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Guess my balls will drop soon


Poly Styrene died Tuesday. She was the leader of X-Ray Specs.

Not one of my favorites, really. I honestly hate saxomophones. I try and like saxomophones, but nothing comes of it.

Freshman year I had a girlfriend (more friend than girl, except for the night we met (embarrassed both of us later (her more than me (I enjoyed myself tremendously (I believe she did too and I may have had proof if it wasn't for my psycho "real" girlfriend following us back from the firehouse that night) who wouldn't?) she had a rep to protect)because her girlfriend was a bit of a man hater) long story, malt liquor was involved) who had a car and exactly two cassettes, the goddam Sugarcubes and a mixtape full of of X-Ray Specs, Bongwater and Siouxsie. I must have heard that Bondage song fourteen million times that year while driving to and from Niagara Falls or the Flats in Cleveland.

I remember loving the car, it was a 1982 Ford Granada wagon that reminded me of my Pontiac, except it had electric windows and cloth seats and mine didn't. I helped her replace the single dash speaker after the stock one blew with a cheap paper cone from Radio Shack. That was one of the coldest days I have ever felt and I am serious about that.

I was in the library, here, a little bit ago and for about five minutes I swear I could smell that car. A mix of old lady perfume, hairspray and Marlborough reds in just the right amounts, one of those smell memories that are just about the worst thing to happen to your productive day. Kind of like hearing that the lead singer from a band you listened to as a teenager died.

At any rate, I was eighteen then, I'm forty now. The last time I listened to X-Ray Specs on purpose was more than half of my life ago. That's creepy. Just think, back then we had to make our own electricity from pin oak leaves and bat guano. How did we ever survive?

Between this and the constant rain, I'm so down in the dumps all I want to do is watch infomercials and drink coffee. Yet another reason the Greeks thought Nostalgia was a disease.

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