I was almost late to work yesterday.
i was listening to the talking heads,
not the television commentators, the malpracticed spin doctors, the liars paid to beat truth up in a dark alley,
but the late 70's art rock funk punk pop art Talking heads.
i couldn't stop listening to the first album
i looked at the clock, and saw that if i didn't leave at a certain time
i would be late.
i would miss my bus.
maybe the bus would also be late, maybe it would early.
i didn't know.
i took the gamble because i couldn't stop listening...
i was almost late,
i would like to say sorry.
not for almost being late
but that if i hadn't met you i would never have borrowed your C.D, fell in love with you, lost you and forgot to return it, and listen obsessively to it to remind me of our first kiss while it played in the background, then none of this would have happened.