keep your powder dry

he says, even tho three amigos is a success story, it is a cautionary tale i think. altho, i think they knew that when they made it

she snaps her flip phone shut: all i'm sayin is id like to appreciate things on their own merits again

he's figuring she's just another shallow type so he gives her the pop quiz:

best pretender's song.

the wait

(wow. the best i thought she'd do was pack it up. good one)

best iggy pop song.

pumping for jill, obvi

(seriously?! this could be love)

best zeppelin?

down by the seaside

(shit this girl is out of my league)

free style: best songs.

that feel. dont forget me. guilty. jigsaw puzzle.

...

she reached across my trance and fished out a Light from my breast pocket.

"i'm goin for a smoke; you wanna look at guitars or something?"

the thing about women is that you can't ever be one of them. that's the only way you'd ever figure it out. they're just like foxes or pyramids or comets. everything about them is obvious, but it's always the opposite at the same time.

anyway, i got my jacket and found her in the alcove of the guitar shop. i pulled out the dugout and we looked at guitars and passed the cherry back and forth.

i knew she was looking past the window display at the SG jr hanging just inside streetlamp light behind the cash register. so much of life is about still moments.

just before she catches me looking at her in the window reflection i turn away.

(shortly thereafter the world ends. or this is part of some other story?)