Sep 26, 2005 22:50
Whenever I listen to Tom Petty I want to brush my teeth. Juke boxes with sticky buttons. Drunken fingers spilling beer for counting crows and creeds. We're all children, but we're drunk, so we want to mate. We want to make a thousand babies.
Bob Dylan comes over the stereo. Everything's been done, and we're tired. Don't think twice, it's all right. When I hear Tom Petty, I need a shower.
I had just met her.
"You don't know how to love." She said.
"Well... draw me a map."
"Be serious."
"I am serious."
"You've changed."
"We just met tonight."
"It's all the same."
"I love you."
"You're crazy."
"It's okay. Great art, great love... comes from the nut jobs."
"Heart break comes from the nut jobs."
"It let's you know you're alive."
"I know I'm alive."
"If you don't have something in your life worth dying for than you're not actually living." I slowed to sip. "I'm tired."
"But you love me?"
"Everythings been done, I'm tired."
"What do you mean?"
"All the great songs have been written. The best books. Film is finished. It's all been done. All the great lovers have died, and here I sit, pretending to know what I'm doing, but I'm lost, and I'm tired."
"Take me home."
"Get away from me. You're crazy."
"You're crazy."
"I'm mad."
"Why?"
"Fine. Fine."
"You're mad."
"I know."
I grabbed her. Pulled her into me. I pretended she was my wife. We were on vacation away from the kids. It was time to go back. I miss the children. Let's get to the point. Let's roll another joint. I wanted a shower. My teeth felt dirty.