We’re about to find out
Her: How spicy is Sundubu-jjigae?
Me: We’re about to find out.
As for the answer to her question above, it turns out – at least for her – pretty spicy. Luckily, we also got some sashimi and some Korean tacos in honor of Pac.
We asked the waitress to take a picture of us and she tried her best. This is the best shot of the lot that she took.
At least she was very nice.
Afterward, we headed home. As we pulled up in front of my pad, she asked me if we could have an argument.
Her: Look, I’m ok with things not being defined but I’m impressed how long you can be with things not being defined.
Me: Like you said, we seem to get along better when we’re not together.
It was raining so hard in NYC that night that we got a tornado warning. Which kinda matched what was going on inside her whip.
But, all-in-all, it was nice actually,
chatting arguing with her under the stormy rain.
Sometimes you need a little rain to clear things up.
Afterward, I thanked her for the ride and all the company.
Me: It’s getting late, you should head home.
Me: So, where are we now?
Her: I guess I’ll just see you later on this week.
Me: That’d be nice. See you then.
And then I went home and sat on my white couch thinking about all my possible pasts again.
It was actually wasn’t just my conversation with Mouse that got me thinking, but also a conversation Chad and I had in between shoots.
It reminded me of something I wrote just before Alison got sick.
Me: You know…my life is nuthin at all like what I thought it would five years ago. Or ever. Everything’s such a mess. It’s hard not to think about what could have been.
Him: I know this isn’t what you wanted, but you’re doing the best you can. If nothing else, your son will think he’s got a cool dad.
Me: I hope so. That’s one of the main reasons I’m doing this. I hope you’re right.
Location: home, waiting out the storm
Music: I know, somewhere deep in my soul, that love never lasts (Spotify)