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My Wild Love: Early Morning, after 2 11/14/12

I talked about the song. the doors and this song all night saying that it would be amazing to be able to sing it. "it's beautiful. I never heard anything like it.  wish you could hear it.  shoot." it was okay. you didn't seem to mind; we just enjoyed the moment. soon it was time to go and to kick off.. get going to a life we had when we first walked in. it was not easy to let go of; i think Jennifer knew. it was by luck we had two cars.  Jenn could go home and i could be with you. you were all i could think about. i thought ...you might be forbidden, but the feeling was too right to look back. you had to hear the song. its melody was amazing, and i said there is nothing quite like it. "it's better than Crystal Ship! (smiling ) "what!!?" (smiling) "it's better than Crystal Ship, or Blue Sunday... Here... you'll hear it.  get in." You got in the car, sorta impressed by my wheels... that was cute of you, b

My Wild Love - Early Morning 1, 11/14

This was it. Halos over our heads, smoke rings of laughter. We exchanged names, songs, goals of the future.  You saw I was Europa, you shared your Griffin. There was future. More light beaming from our eyes, indenting our souls with a fondness for all things. "You write ? I draw. You karaoke ? Me too. Which song?" "The Doors. I love The Doors." "Me too. Which song?" "I really love Crystal Ship. That's my favorite." "Mine too...it's so beautiful. Oh my God, let's hear it!" I pulled out my phone, the songs were limited. We squeezed together to share the sound, toasted cigarettes, absorbing more of the moment. Then, we recognized each other.

My Wild Love - Night 1, 11/13

Tonight we were destined to sit next to each other. Neither of us thought to look, only to listen to the music and enjoy a smoke. I retreated from my friend to mesh into the bricks behind me. I'd tap my head to the beats, wishing to conjure up music to feast on a nighttime lullaby. I just took control, like I always do. "Hey DJ. Do you have any Doors?" He nodded. "I don't want Light my Fire . Too commercial. I love it, but I want to hear Whiskey Bar , or Roadhouse Blues ...or Crystal Ship . I love that song." Then it played. I walked out to greet Jennifer and her panting civilians wanting a shot. She laughed. "Alright! The Doors are on! Woohoo!" More smokes, more lights shared under the sober moonlight. The crowd gathered around Jennifer, more lighters swapped pockets, and they laughed. A peering eye, and a lean forward, "Did someone say, ' Justin ' ?" We gave head shakes... "Ummm, no man." Well allllllrigh