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"I write to find out what I think." - Joan Didion

Friday, July 15, 2005

Ratatatatat-tat

I once had a drummer.

He was all legs and arms. Especially arms. We didn't talk much. He banged out our conversations to a secret beat he kept in his head. I never knew what went on in there. Sometimes he ratatatat-tated his secret rhythm on me.

A man beat on me and I liked it?

I also like live music.

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