deep or shallowly within me, there is the antisocial girl i have always been, since preschool. but you knew this.
what makes the antisocial girl happy?
sitting here all alone in the clinic, eating hot cereal & drinking RC cola out of the fountain. i work in a place with an RC fountain &, right now at least, no coworkers. i am listening to the mixtape i made my dad. i am listening to it on a cheap dual-deck number from maybe 1987, with the volume very very high because i am after all alone here.
what makes me happy? dolly parton. bruce springsteen. ralph stanley. the mountain goats. crooked fingers. dar williams. ricky skaggs + kentucky thunder. hank III. gillian welch. john prine + iris dement. hank williams. the magnetic fields. johnny cash. split lip rayfield. mark kozelek. the old 97s. whiskeytown. kelly hogan. laura cantrell. neutral milk hotel. kristin hersh. the guthries. the thought of my father listening to all this in the coccoon of his car driving up & down I-65.
tomorrow: the antisocial takes a road trip! sees her homeland! crashes her brother's apartment! all this with the girl in tow, nervous to look at everything through her first-time kind of eyes.
