muted

the pham

i'm listening to "de stijl" by the white stripes and i'm reminded of khoa. this was the cd playing in my car as he drove himself home to worcester after a night of ashland wackiness and no sleep. when i told him that we were listening to music that had been recorded years prior instead of decades, he didn't believe me. in the face of "no! no way! no! you kiddin' me, man!", i convinced him that i wasn't lying and we shared the kind of giant laugh that drew us to each other at umass.

when we reached his place, we got out of my car and i headed for the driver's side as he headed towards the house.

we hugged goodbye and i never saw him again.