exflavier

so wow. i have come to the conclusion that i adore hippy girls. you the ones, dressed in a long skirt, long sleeves, no make up, natural looking hair either in dreads or tucked into a yarn or hemp beanie-thing, and almost always --no matter the weather-- barefoot. they all are so cute, bold and so nice and easy-going. god they make me so.. raveled in emotion. it's strange. i can see any other girl and easy say "i'd like to see her naked," or "pass." but just about every girl like this makes me kind of want to.. listen to what she has to say!!

i had a day off today, which was kind of weird because my work likes to schedule me loong hours and just about everyday they can. but i took this as an opportunity to fulfill my duties as a trusted friend. i went to the bug shop today and inquired about an air filter i needed that i couldn't seem to find anywhere. they special ordered it and walked out with $60 worth of stuff i need to buy anyways. on my way back, i called my friend Abe who had been trying to get together with me and write some music.

there was an open mic night at this little cafe in downtown that's run by this guy who hates life. and as a result i hate him. he lives at this place. it's his life and i can't stand to see him grunt and be annoyed with taking an order and asking if they wanted cream or not if he lives and owns this place. fuck this guy. needless to say, we don't get along, as he leaves a bad taste in my mouth and i make a face that lets him know.

tonight, however, marked the first time in a long time that had been there. things between us had become stale so as not to worry. so i called Abe and we jammed a little on some stuff i wrote a while back in my studio until 7.0o hit. then we drove down and put our names on the list and headed to O'Hara's for a few drinks before we went on. got drunk and messed up on the first song, then barely got through the second song. then i was told we needed to play a 3rd song so he sat on the tiny stage next to me while i played another song. we headed outside and this girl walked passed me and i didn't really see her. i just knew it was a girl and she was on her way in. not a big deal.

i went back in to pick up my guitar and my beanie and she was talking to the owner. i smiled and carried on. as i grabbed my guitar it soaked in. she was gorgeous. such a delayed reaction i felt like i had dropped the ball so i grabbed what i needed and walked back with determination. (I'm laughing because this next part is a riot.) i walk back and she was already waiting for me to walk out of the room, smiling as soon she can identify me come into the light. I'm smiling cause she's smiling and watching me. she's leaned over the table with her head on the back of her hand. she's either lazy or stoned. either way, she can put up with me being lazy or stoned all the time. I'm getting closer and three of the most anti-climactic words fall of my mouth. followed by a response and then confirmation..

"How's it goin'?"
"Great, and yourself?"
"I'm doing alright. Have a goodnight."

she made me nervous, and i liked it. too bad she'll never know my name.