Two Shorts

1
Outside Power Plant Live, we sat in my black Jetta at two am watching streams of look alike state-school girls and boys pour onto the red brick street from the club. Chris G. tall, thin, covered in tattoos, a local star, sitting shotgun, Ian, Asian-Irish, snotty and spoiled, dressed in the split second latest fashions, we called him the “Little Prince”, I think he goes by illustrious now, sitting in the back. Then came Brittney across the bricks, as we pondered how anyone chooses a date when everyone looks the same. To this Brittney proclaimed “I’m dating the dj”.

2
“Ten thirty and eleven degrees in Baltimore” the Pilot announced as we descended through the moon lit clouds and snow. Courtney’s dad greeted me with a hug almost as tight as hers. Court and I made it to her downtown apartment through the slush covered streets around one a.m. sipping coffee over two trays of brownies she had just made for her work party the next day. Huddle together naked in each other’s arms drifting to unconsciousness around five. The brownies were still moist and chewy at her Aunts house Christmas Eve.