4.30.2004
12 minutes to 27 too
i played basketball this afternoon. i bought a new basketball a few days ago because the one i had went flat after a winter on the ashland porch. today i woke up, took a shower, and walked, carrying the new basketball, to a park across the street from the grocey store with the treacherous parking lot. the last time i played basketball was probably a year or so ago with the used-to-be-unflat ball. i made some tough shots and missed some easy ones today.
when i park kim's car at the free lot where both of our cars sleep, i sometimes pop in one of the mix tapes i made for her that now resides in the driver's side door pocket or the arm between the front seats. it's like a window to what i was listening to during certain periods of my recent life. i still listen to some of the stuff today while some is due for a revisit. tonight i listened to an extra song as i sat parked in the space i chose for sparkles. i cranked the volume and wondered if the outside world could hear bohemian like you by the dandy warhols.
on the walk home i saw that the coffee pot set-up visible from the window of the mexican restaurant reminded me of the one in the cafeteria at fidelity in marlborough.
she's been 27 for 3 minutes now.
i played basketball this afternoon. i bought a new basketball a few days ago because the one i had went flat after a winter on the ashland porch. today i woke up, took a shower, and walked, carrying the new basketball, to a park across the street from the grocey store with the treacherous parking lot. the last time i played basketball was probably a year or so ago with the used-to-be-unflat ball. i made some tough shots and missed some easy ones today.
when i park kim's car at the free lot where both of our cars sleep, i sometimes pop in one of the mix tapes i made for her that now resides in the driver's side door pocket or the arm between the front seats. it's like a window to what i was listening to during certain periods of my recent life. i still listen to some of the stuff today while some is due for a revisit. tonight i listened to an extra song as i sat parked in the space i chose for sparkles. i cranked the volume and wondered if the outside world could hear bohemian like you by the dandy warhols.
on the walk home i saw that the coffee pot set-up visible from the window of the mexican restaurant reminded me of the one in the cafeteria at fidelity in marlborough.
she's been 27 for 3 minutes now.
