and then they erased it.
:(
i wrote " i wish i wrote this " and then went on about how many times i've seen tori amos and ani difranco.
i don't even know where my ani cds are (did i ever have any? or did every college freshman play them every single day of my life, leaving an indelible / musical mark?
Ani Difranco
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Reply to: anon-31551520@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-05-18, 7:10PM EDT
Sunday 1:30 pm. 1st Avenue and East 5th Street. In front of Rite Aid.
romping through the east village with a group of thuggish hipsters in dark clothing, you stood out in baby blue pants, rumple stiltskin golden dreads hanging heavily, big eyes darting unpretentiously all around. once i recognized you, i stopped in my tracks and you turned around. you laughed. i stood there with a huge red backpack, a drawing of a bus on my t-shirt, a mess of curls festooned on the top of my head like a cheerleader's ponytail she had slept in for months, and a vacant stare amongst three similarly bewildered-looking girls, mid-street and sweating. the people you were chuckling toward, your friends behind me, came jogging, one clad in boots and more black, like they were trying to surround you with inconspicuous behavior.
i held back from chasing you, advised that it was not the new york thing to do. but we were all from maryland, so our conflicted assumptions were awash with regional bias. perhaps stalking you on craigslist might exhibit more restraint and that i am not just a loony fan. all unsaid and undone, the four little words i would have said are: great show last night. probably impossible to not sound trite, but maybe you'd want to take a stroll with me if we happen to both be in new york on a sunny day again.
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