DON MCLEAN
November 16th 2009 01:32
It was one of those mornings when you wake up and you think about things and you don’t think about things, and you’ve overslept by four or so hours and you’re feeling a little down and strangely tired and once in a while, there will be a few strands of questions: Isn’t there something better? Should I buy a new shirt? How much time have I wasted?
It took me another hour to wake up. I exercised a little bit. I cleaned my room and my place a little; Devon was coming over with a bottle of wine because I had some good news.
“I had an epiphany,” she told me when she finally arrived in the late evening. “I’m going to grow up.”
“What a strange epiphany.”
“I mean it. I’m going to grow up.” She poured herself some more wine. “Anyway what was your news?”
“I got hired for a full time job.”
Devon didn’t look impressed. “And for which McDonald’s is this?”
“Dickhead. I’ll be working for a marketing agency.”
“Doesn’t that go against everything?”
“They need a creative writer and I need some money.”
We had a few more drinks and spoke a little more about life. I told her that I’ve been speaking to Eva once in a while and she told me not to, that it’s trouble and hurt. Devon walked over to the stereo, browsed through a few of my old CDs, and found a Don McLean album I took from home. I was kind of glad that she did. She played Vincent and we said nothing. She played Empty Chairs and we said nothing. She played And I Love You So and we said nothing.
I finally decided to speak. “So what are you doing next weekend?” And so the conversation and the drinking continued for the rest of the night.
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