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Category: Romance and Relationships
The ash from the tip of my Marlboro light lets go of it's weak grip and lands in the middle of the beer in front of me. Carefully I try to fish it out with my middle finger, but it goes under water, drowns and land on the bottom of the glass. I stare at it for a second. Well, at least ash is sterile, I think, before i suck the beer of my finger and take a big sip from the glass.
I look at the boy in front of me. He has watched the whole accident. He laughs, looks at me for a second, and lights a cigarette. I do the same.
"Ash is sterile" I say.
He lets out a loud and warm laughter and wave at the waiter. He orders me a new beer. He's not ugly. Blond hair that is starting to escape from his eyebrows, and gives me a better possibility to guess his age. He is wearing a white shirt, three buttons open. The hair on his chest is darker than what's left on his head. His eyes are blue. He resembles someone, but i can't put my finger on who it is.
"It's true" I say.
He gives me a new beer. It's darker then the one I had earlier. The boy tells me his name, and that he repairs guitars.
"Is that your job?" I ask.
He nods and tells me the story of how he has dreamt about becoming a professional jazz guitarist. He has dreamt about traveling the world, to New Orleans and New York. He has made a fantastic version of Lullaby of Birdland. He assures me I can come home with him and hear it. Because he has a lot of guitars, and the music is always in his fingers, no matter how many beers that flow in his bloodstream.
But right now he repairs guitars.
"Well, what do you work with?" He asks.
"I'm a journalist"
"So you write?"
"Sometimes I have to."
We laugh. He moves closer. He puts his hand carefully on my lap, but only for a second. An other guy comes over and the exchange a few words. The boy excuses himself and goes to the bathroom.
I light a new cigarette and wait. Suddenly i remember who he bares a resemblance to. I lean over to a girl on the table next to me.
"That guy who just sat here. Doesn't he kind of look like Jude Law?" I ask her.
The girl starts to laugh, and looks at me.
"Seriously. How many beers have you had?"
I shake my head, laugh with her and turn back to my table. I realize that I can't remember. And before he comes back from the bathroom I leave and go home.
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Tigermilk
By Belle & Sebastian
Release date: 13 July, 1999 |
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