tales from an ordinary world

2003-01-17b

I remember, many years ago now, meeting a friend (in real life, for the first time) at the station. I wore a green shirt, because I owned a handful of them at the time. When we found one another she smiled, showing all of her imperfect teeth, which I found heartening - I still can't do the kind of smile that involves showing my imperfect teeth (the last time I tried, it looked like I was about to eat somebody). We found somewhere to eat, a 50's retro-styled hamburger joint, where she said "yeah, I always liked Buddy Holly." She told me how she adored Nick Cave, and that song about a six inch gold blade. But I didn't mention any of this in my then-diary, I merely noted that she was interesting - slightly moreso than other friends that I'd also recently made. I don't know where she is now, but I'm grateful for the time.