May 07, 2004|
My old MIDI teacher mentioned one of his students, a girl committed to performance. I was intrigued by and attracted to her so I started talking to her.
She found a new group.
We had become friends before then but it was either an elaborate joke or hoax. She joined the assholes.
I drove down and up the streets until reality began to overlap. My mother drove into the ocean. Mice being chased by cats and people turned into doubles, dressed differently, different motivations.