Missed Connection

We were on Little Neck Parkway & Hillside Ave, at 7-11. I asked you for directions to the nearest Sam Ash even though I know where every Sam Ash in NYC/LI is. You were handsome. Tall, pale skin and dark hair. You had your eyebrow pierced and you had such a nice smile. You told me to follow you because you were going that way anyway. We knew where we were going. We really didn't need to ask you for directions at all. You had a Mets sticker on the back of your car and I was in my Mets tshirt and of course my necklace. It was more of a dare than anything to go over and talk to you, and I wish you had copped on. I wasn't really asking for directions. You made sure I got there and slowed down when you thought you lost me. I should have asked for your phone number. I really should have. "That was the ballsiest thing I think I've ever seen you do, Timpa." she said. I know, it really was. But I don't know where it came from. I hope our paths cross again.

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I can't write anymore. It's like all of a sudden I don't know how and the music just doesn't come to me anymore. Ever since the band broke up...well its just that a big part of me died that day and I still haven't got the passion for anything.

I really need to get away and start a new life.

I also just figured out what my next tattoo is going to be. 

I wonder where that cute man with the eyebrow ring and the corolla is? Its funny how life works. That could've been real fun.