the used book store
There's something about a girl alone in a used book store that makes me go absolutely wild. The smell of old paperbacks is already intoxicating, it's like the romance and danger on the pages is leaking out into the aisles. Then i turn to my right or down the next aisle and there's a beautiful, smart, hip looking girl looking through the s-z part of the 'classics/better fiction' section. she follows me to the regular fiction section. i wasn't sure if i should ask her what she was looking for ir just slam her up against the bookshelves and take her right there. i mean shit from that first look i could see the two of us driving in a convertable 80 miles an hour on a desert road listening to the modern lovers and eating oranges. i think calvino has a whole book about falling in love with someone mainly because she's a reader.
at this point it would be appropriate to send a shot out to the lovely ladies of random house in nyc.
so this is day 5 of detox/straightedge for me. i've actually felt more f'd up than usual as many, many years of toxins are finally breaking free of my huddles masses and making their way to a brave new world somewhere else. i mean, as i write this i'm eating a sandwich with vegan fake cheese and alfalfa sprouts on it and i'm eating baby carrots with it. last night i spent 4 hours at a bar and drank water the whole time. strange and troubling times, kids. shock and awe.
going to my first dodgers game tomorrow night. booya. also, lakers lost. booya. i hate the lakers.