"Who do you think they are?" I asked.
We studied the two guys who spilled out of the limo. They had long hair, hard rock T-shirts (one of them said "Motley Crue"), and the whole hard rock ensemble (black outfits, metal chains, boots, etc).
"I don't know," said Geraldine. "You're the heavy metal guy, you should know."
It's a sunny Sunday afternoon. I'm back at Borders again. There's a precocious performer picking a guitar, providing a lively atmosphere. Dozens of readers are crowded into this dainty dining area, listening, reading, and sipping espressos.
After the groupies tear off my shirt, the security guards blast them with a hose of beer. That only intoxicates the frenzied girls, who then begin to tear off their own clothes.
Ohhh yeaaaaaa.
A tear trickled down her eye. Her voice, full of sadness, vibrated with an enchanting Portuguese melody.
I noticed a tear from Raquel's Mom too.
I love sappy stuff.
I'm sitting here right now, listening to the soundtrack of the movie Armageddon. Aerosmith's version of "I Don't Want To Miss A Thing" is playing.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA