scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

19.1.04

i'm being selfish again.

there's this nice new bar that's been open for maybe two months now - and i don't even go there all that often. but every time i go there are more people there. some of them have those blond-white-girl dreadlocks. some of them clearly make their own clothes. some of them wear vintage. some of them wear abercromby and accessory-belts over their beltloops. what if they're the wrong kind of people? what if i tell people about it and then they tell their friends and they tell their friends and suddenly it's impossible to get a sandwich and they run out of sangria before 9:00 every night? which would obviously be great for business - but not so great for me. i want a little bar with a maximum fire-danger occupancy of maybe 20 ... but that is still cool and has bad lighting and good live music on weekends. and then when i finally move away, it closes.

who's a prima donna? what are you talking about? i'd only be spoiled if i had one.

on a related note, i'd be okay if my little brother grew up and was just like the guy on keyboards. same haircut, dorky glasses, a sweater his mom probably got for him ... but playing a pianno, including solos, in some little smoky bar somewhere. probably getting paid peanuts ... or sandwiches.

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scrawled @ 21:32