Well Shit. Now he’s coming over tomorrow. I sound like I am in High School when really I am a mid 40’s, Obviously smitten crazy person. So. were going to listen to records, which is usually stare at each other and talk in code… I swear on everything holy, if he sees this I won’t know what to say…or maybe like Jake in the Blues Brothers:
I ran out of gas! I got a flat tire! I didn’t have change for cab fare! I lost my tux at the cleaners! I locked my keys in the car! An old friend came in from out of town! Someone stole my car! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD Would it be so horrible, wait, wait..wait.. Lemme think about this a sec… Well, Fuck. Till Tomorrow.