Hunt &Chase

Gathering little pine needles from yesterdays tree shaking.

Boy. Yesterday was like a strange dream.
It was an out and out chase for the golden cup. the golden cup being a girl.
not just any girl ofcourse.
We set out going to lunch, then to a drugstore, then to driving behind a couple girls, then to college avenue's roma cafe, and up and down the boulevard, and there was a girl with her parents at the mediterranean... how would we ever sneak in to say hi to her? man it would have taken a lot of balls to do something like that. But we had them. oh well. then we were walking past LA Foot, and Dan of course waves to someone inside. and we keep on walking. we come up with the scheme to say that he is interested in some athletic shoes. I sit down next to the girl, but she is fitting someone's shoe for them. she has flowing sandy blonde hair, eyebrows and and quaint face, I make some small talk about how hot it is in there. this place is like a sauna- kind of talk.
A white girl. Her name was jordan. She looked like a fox, and was probably dynamite. And the crazy thing is we left just without doing anything.
but I went back.
and invited her
and she wrote her number on the back of her boss's card.

bad news ... i called. and she has a big black boyfriend.
but she still thinks coffee is okay.
I guess that means I am in love.
If only not for the big black boyfriend, who can huff and puff and blow my house down.

What about the bar exploits at Becketts and dancing the night away to the calls of the homely girls there. that was nice. too bad the only one I had any yearning towards left with her boyfriend early. Someday I will find her again.

with thinking about jordan, its like a violinist has the bow catch just right on the string, before he pulls a note, he feels the catch and anticipates the sweet note. His breath is held. This is how I feel.