Thursday, January 10, 2008

Hello, Comrade


I'm on the bus back to Seattle and traffic is horrible. I may be on this bus for the rest of my life. From the corner of my eye, taunting me, there's a guy about my age with his laptop open. The reverse side of the screen bears stickers that read "Waterloo Records" and "Keep Austin Weird." If he had an "I rocked Kat's party at the Metroplaza 11/23/2003" sticker, I'd know for sure he's a native. No matter, I want so desperately to talk to him. I want to ask him what part of town he's from and if he misses having a car and doesn't this weather suck?

How long have you been here?

Do you miss Texas like I do?

Do you think about going back?

What made you move here, and was it worth it?

Are there any decent taquerias around here?

Am I going to die?

C'mon pod-nuh, talk Texy to me.



Comments:
You should have asked Sky last night about the taqueria. Yes, there is one, and it's one of the best I've had in my life, inclusive of all those back home.

Okay... perhaps you are thinking of going back, but you'll be doing yourself a GRAVE injustice if you don't live through one summer here. Just one, Kat. You'll wonder how you managed to live anywhere else your whole life instead of here.

The first sign is the cherry blossoms, and where you live is where it all happens...

I'm not going anywhere. :-)

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