the shakespeare guy, the one who came in late for the two gents of verona, called me up yesterday. oh, i forgot to tell you (8/18/05 post) that i gave him my number. why? well, he asked for it. and yesterday, he asked to see me.
i didn't tell him i'm sorta seeing somebody. i just told him i couldn't see him because i'd be hanging at this used bookstore in lower east at around two in the afternoon. he said "oh" like he's dense (which i think he is just playing) and i chirped "alrighty then" like i'm real ditsy (who knows).
and so he was there at the bookstore by the time i got there, perusing on a well thumbed copy of canto general by neruda. he squinted at the pages like he was questioning line for line the canonical status of the chilean poet.
so, i had to say hi to him. and he stuck his hand out first with the air of someone who had already done his part and expected the other guy--that'd be me--to fill up the rest, ice breakers, smiles, and all. all i did was shake his hand back. he smiled, without saying a word, like he met someone of his ilk.
later, my phone rang and it was L. i ignored it and i saw the shakespeare guy smiled his smile again. then, we went outside to check on the racks of really cheap books. hemmed in between a book on post-partum depression and a romance was a graphic novel on a girl growing up in some suburban hell.
meanwhile, a courier passed by, almost running, and had a hard time wrangling in this raging bloom of balloons. their shining sides are so bare i could write dialogue lines on them. whatever i want to. like i'm starting to write a new thread for some really flighty comics.
