Thursday, May 12

"You can tell she's a little crazy, huh?"

"Well, I notice things sometimes. And this one was like how a sheep notices when you hit it over the head with a two-by-four."

Sunday, May 8

A woman about my age is walking down Girard Street next to me.

For awhile we ignore one another and enjoy the night air; then she looks over and greets me, smiling broadly. "Hello, honey, how're you doing?"

"Just fine, you?" Since my voice is half-gone from a cold, I try to keep things brief.

"Fine, fine. I know you're walking home from school right now, hm?" I nod. We walk again in silence.

"How old are you anyway, seventeen? Eighteen?"

"...Twenty-four."

She looks confused. "What?"

I smile apologetically. She drops back and stops walking with me, murmuring in what sounds like confusion and fear.

I keep walking. I meet up with Jason. We walk to the Autechre show.

I get carded in line twice, and once inside the door. For an eighteen-and-over show. The second man to card me stares at me for a long moment and says, "Oh, so this is YOU, huh?" skeptically.

I just nod. He looks at the ID some more, then mumbles an apology and hands the card back. "Threw me for a curve there, cousin."

For Christ sakes, people. A junior? In high school? You must have had some huge, ugly-ass babies.