I did have a great love of my life, you know. I haven't always been a cold hearted academic.
She had eyes as blue as a the Virginia sky in July. Her hair was always dyed, but, much to her discontent, a plain brown that I found ultimately endearing. Everything about her was perfect to me.
I remember one time, I picked her up at her apartment, which rested at the top of a great hill, with many steps. She was at the top and I at the bottom. She was speaking with some friends, and I simply called out, "I love you, my dear Angie, come to me now and kiss me or I shall surely die."
She was an English major, romanitc poets, as I recall, Shelley, Byron, Keats, etc. So such speech was for her.
She left her friends, flew down the flight of stairs, leapt into my great Polish bearlike arms, kissed me perhaps a thousand times, and said that she would always be mine.
Six months later I was in Oakland, and she went back to her family in D.C. I have not seen her since. She begged me to go to D.C. and play bass with G.W.A.R., or form my own band, as the guitarist from Fugazi was feeling anxious, but I couldn't leave my band.
I sometimes think it was the great mistake of my life. Myrtle, you asked me a regret, and I couldn't come up with one. Perhaps this is it. I've been married, met many girls, but have never felt the unadulterated joy that her smile brought to my heart.
Life is for living, but I have always felt that I may have missed out on the best of it, in a girl from Virginia named Angie.
She had eyes as blue as a the Virginia sky in July. Her hair was always dyed, but, much to her discontent, a plain brown that I found ultimately endearing. Everything about her was perfect to me.
I remember one time, I picked her up at her apartment, which rested at the top of a great hill, with many steps. She was at the top and I at the bottom. She was speaking with some friends, and I simply called out, "I love you, my dear Angie, come to me now and kiss me or I shall surely die."
She was an English major, romanitc poets, as I recall, Shelley, Byron, Keats, etc. So such speech was for her.
She left her friends, flew down the flight of stairs, leapt into my great Polish bearlike arms, kissed me perhaps a thousand times, and said that she would always be mine.
Six months later I was in Oakland, and she went back to her family in D.C. I have not seen her since. She begged me to go to D.C. and play bass with G.W.A.R., or form my own band, as the guitarist from Fugazi was feeling anxious, but I couldn't leave my band.
I sometimes think it was the great mistake of my life. Myrtle, you asked me a regret, and I couldn't come up with one. Perhaps this is it. I've been married, met many girls, but have never felt the unadulterated joy that her smile brought to my heart.
Life is for living, but I have always felt that I may have missed out on the best of it, in a girl from Virginia named Angie.
bitten:
it'll take me awhile to learn her Elgar concerto. Might be too advanced for me. I"d have to look at the sheet music. It is a beautiful song. I have to find that song you talked about and listen.
bitten:
lovely story. I just saw GWAR at the House of Blues in LA a few months ago. Kept the wife beater I wore for a souvenir from the blood and guts squirted at me. Yes I was in the pit. Little ole me. 