Dreaming of my possible pasts
Rain: Can I borrow your phone?
Me: (absentmindedly) Sure.
Rain: Here you go.
Me: Thanks. Hey – what’d you do?
Rain: Nuthin! So paranoid…
My mind’s elsewhere, and elsewho, again. At least it’s the weekend.
I’m in a 300 year old building in Passau that’s been converted to apartments. The ceilings are high with wooden floors and painted on the entire far wall is a pop art portrait of a blond girl crying. Honey and Katherine are there. We’d just gotten back from Vienna. A woman I love is there too. She whispers her nonsense word into my ear and I whisper mine back. We’re having an early dinner of pasta when Marvin Gaye comes on.
Honey shrieks, and jumps onto the table to dance when my girl pulls me up and says, “You too” as I laugh and follow. She smiles, turns back to me and says – (phone alarm rings, it’s 5:15AM in NYC)
Me: (sit up and look groggily at phone) Dammit Rain…dammit…
Eins, zwei, drei…
Location: 19:00 yest, Malachy’s with Heidi and Buckley
Music: I used to go out to parties and stand around