“So Max has a girlfriend.”
Anna said to Violet “She’s a 708er.”
“Oh? What suburb is
she from?” Violet asked
“Hoffman Estates.” Anna said
“At least it isn’t fucking Schaumburg.” Violet said “Fuck Schaumburg.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.
She doesn’t even like me. She’s
just some kid from the burbs who I’ve seen at Medusa’s a couple times and she
and her friends always find me and talk to me.” I stated, “She’s so not
interested in me.”
“She asked you to make her a mix tape and she hangs on every
word that comes out of your mouth.” Anna
said
“OH, you made her a mix tape??” Violet exclaimed, “Lemme
see, lemme see!”
I pulled the tape out of my pocket and tossed it to her
across the store. She studied it
intensely, looking over each song.
“Front 242? Nitzer Ebb? Fuckin’ Skinny Puppy? Are you trying to date this girl or scare her off?” She asked, “Fuck, you put a GG Allin song on side B? There is no way this girl will date you with these song choices!”
“Front 242? Nitzer Ebb? Fuckin’ Skinny Puppy? Are you trying to date this girl or scare her off?” She asked, “Fuck, you put a GG Allin song on side B? There is no way this girl will date you with these song choices!”
“I’m not trying to date her.
I was talking about Front 242 and she said she’d never heard of
them. Then she asked me to make her a
mix tape, so I did.”
“Max, when someone asks you for a mix tape, or they make you
one, that isn’t them showing you songs.
That’s them sending you a message – they’re giving you a piece of their
heart.” Violet said
“You made me a mix tape.
Were you giving me a piece of your heart? Because that’s really sweet, but it’s super
gross because we’re cousins.”
“No, I gave you a mix tape because you were a dumb ass. Now you’re just slightly less of a dumb
ass.” Violet said as she went back to
counting new inventory.
No comments:
Post a Comment