15 July 2009. Window seat, mid-morning, cool gray skies. Mysterious dark haired girl, bare feet tucked up under her knees, working on an elaborate report--many separate boxes to be filled in. Alacritous typing...
Neighbors next door. Voices through the holly leaves, grown thick over rickety fence--laughter and short exclamations, group of young people--a nice abruptness... Glow of single cigarette in the evening dark...
Also, this morning--young guy with band flyer--his own. Black and white. "I play guitar." Gives me a quick history of the Stooges--their four albums, "each one different, each one perfect," rounding his thumb and first finger into a mathematician's "O"...
The Impediments, sans serif plus tantric hand with question mark, Weegie photo of dissolute middle-agers... and some scraggly writing as to time and place... Also appealing...
"Nice name."
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