The hunk of him which wanted to be on television also was afraid of swords, gun, fireflies. She couldn't help thinking something about him is secretly a predator - though she didn't think all of him was at all openly anything. What united them was a love of Alex Chilton.
He proudly told her the only Alex Chilton story he had. She was thinking I wish I had an Alex Chilton story that had Alex Chilton in it. His did, but only because he was involved in a motor vehicle accident & Alex Chilton had been in the back seat of the car that rammed his.
This wasn't in Memphis, since neither of them had ever been to Memphis. Except for a school trip to Washington, DC, she hadn't ever really been out of Kentucky. She was thinking to herself does looking over the Ohio River into Indiana from Louisville count?
He played her Feudalist Tarts on vinyl - vinyl! - then tried to kiss her after showing her his audition reel. He wanted to impress upon her his value as a person before making another move. She had that moment of doubt in which her brain told her I don't think I like the way he smells.
Three days later he stopped sending texts to her with the message "What happened? Was it me?" She spent the next morning reading user comments on a lyrics website for Chris Bell's "I Am The Cosmos." She kept saying to herself how did someone get homosexuality out of this?
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