Tuesday, July 01, 2003
it really is a small world
he was a just a boy in a hat. hatboy, we called him. i didn't really care to know him better but he was nice to look at. he worked at the library for as long as i could remember and when i started to volunteer there (on my way to 60 community service hours, a high school requirement), i would see him in the back room and try to think of something to say. something to get him to smile back. mostly, i just sweated and got too nervous to introduce myself. i stared on.
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if there is one thing that desoto doesn't lack, it's grocery stores. the local tom thumb must have been the place to score the drugs because that's where the teenagers would congregate after hours. a hatboy without a hat used to work there. david, read his name tag. i felt accomplished knowing his name. although, i couldn't really think of a way to use it without seeming like a stalker.
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it was my senior year and chris cornel's solo album had just come out. i liked "can't change me" and i had the cd on lease from a friend. hatboy was wearing a soundgarden t-shirt that day at work and i felt my oppurtunity was finally here, but before i could muster up the courage to say, "i like your shirt. do you like chris cornell's solo stuff, too?" another employee walked by and said hello to david but she said, "hello, danny." huh...danny? who was that? surely, this woman was senile. this boy's name was david, i had proof. i decided to carry on with the plan and he said back to me, "thanks. yeah, i do...david has the album." david? you mean david isn't you? i wanted to say. after work i went to the tom thumb across the street. there were two hatboys. a david and daniel hat. two hats were better than one.
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david was in a band. he had a mole on his neck, so i could always tell the difference. i saw him play a couple of times at the local pool. he was good. he had a girlfriend. i already knew i was no one's type. i did find things to talk about with him. he was a writer. he was in a band. the words came easy. he thought he knew me from somewhere. he did. i was the familiar girl that ran into him at concerts and around the City since he started to work there too. now when i see him, he's more than a hatless boy, he's a boy in a band going to graduate school in boston. i'm crossing my fingers, at least. it's funny how things work out.
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he was a just a boy in a hat. hatboy, we called him. i didn't really care to know him better but he was nice to look at. he worked at the library for as long as i could remember and when i started to volunteer there (on my way to 60 community service hours, a high school requirement), i would see him in the back room and try to think of something to say. something to get him to smile back. mostly, i just sweated and got too nervous to introduce myself. i stared on.
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if there is one thing that desoto doesn't lack, it's grocery stores. the local tom thumb must have been the place to score the drugs because that's where the teenagers would congregate after hours. a hatboy without a hat used to work there. david, read his name tag. i felt accomplished knowing his name. although, i couldn't really think of a way to use it without seeming like a stalker.
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it was my senior year and chris cornel's solo album had just come out. i liked "can't change me" and i had the cd on lease from a friend. hatboy was wearing a soundgarden t-shirt that day at work and i felt my oppurtunity was finally here, but before i could muster up the courage to say, "i like your shirt. do you like chris cornell's solo stuff, too?" another employee walked by and said hello to david but she said, "hello, danny." huh...danny? who was that? surely, this woman was senile. this boy's name was david, i had proof. i decided to carry on with the plan and he said back to me, "thanks. yeah, i do...david has the album." david? you mean david isn't you? i wanted to say. after work i went to the tom thumb across the street. there were two hatboys. a david and daniel hat. two hats were better than one.
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david was in a band. he had a mole on his neck, so i could always tell the difference. i saw him play a couple of times at the local pool. he was good. he had a girlfriend. i already knew i was no one's type. i did find things to talk about with him. he was a writer. he was in a band. the words came easy. he thought he knew me from somewhere. he did. i was the familiar girl that ran into him at concerts and around the City since he started to work there too. now when i see him, he's more than a hatless boy, he's a boy in a band going to graduate school in boston. i'm crossing my fingers, at least. it's funny how things work out.
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