Stories from the archives.

August 21, 2005 - Sunday


from the archives.
Current mood: calm

This was written sometime last year.


5 30 am

the glow of a computer screen. the ticking of a clock. And the sound of a laser printer spitting out readouts of hacker methods. in dutch.

9.24 am

*ring*

Hello?

hey man, what happened to you last night?

um.

Hello?

Yea Im here. sorry I didnt realise who it...

thats ok man. You looked pretty out of it last night. was everything ok?

Yea. it was just one of those nights. hey man I forgot to plug my phone in last night. the battery is gonna die. can I call you a little later?

Yea. no problem man. Actually I just wanted to see if you were spinnin at Vu's tonight?

I think so. depends on how I feel. Ill let you know.

ok man. have a good one.

you too.

peace.


Last night... what happened last night?
All I remember is something about an Iron gate. He thought to himself. as he plugged his motorola in to the wall jack.

This darn thing never wants to charge. sigh. I wonder if I have any coffee.

he pulled his curtain open and looked outside.

Yep, still overcast and cold. Im never going to get over this cold if it never warms up.
he thought.

what day is it...

saturday.

right.

His room was pretty plain. an impressive computer system, a turntable and a stack of records that he had collected over the years. a few posters on the wall. mostly of bands that were such an influence to him as a teenager, but really just didnt relate to anymore. and a few piles of clothes. I need to clean this place up.

He stood up and walked to his door and tripped over his overnight bag. kicking it open. The book Neuromancer by william gibson fell to the floor. he picked it up, and opened his door and walked down the stairs, into the kitchen.

Coffee. go

Multivitamin. go.

Stretch. go.

I need to clean this place up...

clean this place up.

that thought seemed to last for about 5 minutes, because before he knew it, his coffee was done. He opened his cupboard and pulled out a coffee cup. on the side of the cup it said "The Red Hut : Lake Tahoe"

he thought briefly about that weekend in tahoe with an old girlfriend, where he bought the cup as a souvenier.

Whatever.

He poured his coffee, added some cream, walked back up to his room, and put some music on...


He checked his Email.


what happened Last night..

I dont know what to do. she told him. I am incapable of feeling anything at this point in my life. Im just to unshure about my feelings to make a decision that I will have to live with forever...

Right. thanks. He hung up the phone...

The rest of the night was a blur.

what happened? where did it all go down.

this is typical. so typical. I didnt want to love her. he thought to himself. She made me. She made me love her! I didnt want to fall in love. For this very reason!

His phone Beeped. he snapped back to his computer screen, and grabbed his phone.

1 new text message.

From : Sally - Are you spinnin at Vu's tonight?

I suppose. He didnt reply to her.

He turned the news on. there was a reporter standing in front of a little country home. she was sexy. she was talking about the shooting of some cop last night way far on the outskirts of town, next to where his old band, The Imitators used to play 5 dollar shows in a little coffee shop called janes.

he changed the station to another news station.
20 Killed in Iraq.

Click. next.
"The FBI just trashed her room. and somebody kicked her cat. darn thing scratched his leg. and he had to shoot it dead. left it lyin in a puddle of blood at the foot of sun greens bed." The independant movie channel. Neil Young was singing.