♪alt13
Well-Known Member
September 2002
I was 17 and living in a 1983 Honda Accord with a manx kitten I had rescued from "the mean streets of town". I was at a coffee shop that night splitting a fifth of Kamchatka with a middle aged recently divorced man named Chet. Chet was convinced that Black Sabbath's best album was Heaven and Hell despite my insistence that Ronnie James Dio although a metal god just simply wasn't better than Ozzy and the album Master of Reality. Around this time a girl with a butterfly tattoo wearing a studded belt, a Hello Kitty hoodie, and black cut off pants with a Ramones patch sewed onto one of the *** pockets walked in. I was too nervous to remember what I said to her other than I offered her my number which she accepted. About a week later she called me. I picked her up and we shared a joint walking around a cemetery all night getting to know each other. As the sun rose we went to get in line for wristbands for the upcoming tool concert.
At the show one of our party asked her if I was her boyfriend. I realized at that moment that we hadn't actually discussed it. I didn't know how she would respond. She paused and then looked up at me like, well... A little unsure if she was trying to spare my feelings or protecting her own I said "Yeah, I'm her boyfriend." Later as we were walking to the car she said "So, if you're my boyfriend I guess that makes me your girlfriend?". I replied "You know, if that's cool with you". She said "Good, cuz you need to get rid of that cat".
I was 17 and living in a 1983 Honda Accord with a manx kitten I had rescued from "the mean streets of town". I was at a coffee shop that night splitting a fifth of Kamchatka with a middle aged recently divorced man named Chet. Chet was convinced that Black Sabbath's best album was Heaven and Hell despite my insistence that Ronnie James Dio although a metal god just simply wasn't better than Ozzy and the album Master of Reality. Around this time a girl with a butterfly tattoo wearing a studded belt, a Hello Kitty hoodie, and black cut off pants with a Ramones patch sewed onto one of the *** pockets walked in. I was too nervous to remember what I said to her other than I offered her my number which she accepted. About a week later she called me. I picked her up and we shared a joint walking around a cemetery all night getting to know each other. As the sun rose we went to get in line for wristbands for the upcoming tool concert.
At the show one of our party asked her if I was her boyfriend. I realized at that moment that we hadn't actually discussed it. I didn't know how she would respond. She paused and then looked up at me like, well... A little unsure if she was trying to spare my feelings or protecting her own I said "Yeah, I'm her boyfriend." Later as we were walking to the car she said "So, if you're my boyfriend I guess that makes me your girlfriend?". I replied "You know, if that's cool with you". She said "Good, cuz you need to get rid of that cat".
