the world is amusingly small
I breeze through the cars of bart, pressing my weight against the doors as I force them open, intent on getting to the car that stops right in front of the escalator at 16th and mission. As I’m walking down the isle, I hear a hesitant voice: ‘Karen?’. I quickly turn around to see Malcolm. Yes, Malcolm. I didn’t even know he was in California. We chatted for a while. He is doing well, going where he pleases still, living in SF and working for some software company. It was such a pleasant surprise to see him.
A few weeks ago I’m standing in a crowded bart car, and I when I look up from my book, I steal a glance of the guy with the drum between his knees. He was in all black and had on a bowler hat. Cute. When I look up again, he is staring straight at me. I smile and hold his gaze. He asks me, “Can I give you a flier?” “Sure!”. He reaches into his breast pocket and pulls out an orange slip of paper. As I prepare to exit he says, “I really like your style.” Awwww…. The flier says ‘Spooky 1 man band, the Makeout Room, Oct 29″. I unfortunately didn’t make the show, but today dev was painfully slow, so I decided to look him up. The first hit was (of course) a tribe post. Looking at his profile I find that he is friends with Diva and Elke. I love tribe. I wonder if I should send him a message…