Fading Over Time

by | Feb 10, 2006 | LiveJournal Days, Uncategorized | 6 comments

I was twelve-year-old boy browsing in the magic store in the mall when the pretty, blonde, teenage clerk asked me if I wanted a demonstration of a trick.

I can’t remember anything about the trick because I spent the entire time staring down her shirt.

When she was done I sheepishly thanked her and extracted myself from the store.

I was embarrassed about what I’d done and I was sure she thought I was some kind of pervert.

Ten years later, I convinced myself that she might have been flattered.

Ten years after that, I stopped caring what she thought.

6 Comments

  1. animaetrix00
    animaetrix00 on February 10, 2006 at 11:02 am

    *sees Clusterstruck tag*

    *feels guilt*

    Reply
  2. tone_milazzo
    tone_milazzo on February 10, 2006 at 11:18 am

    *drowns guilt in Bourbon*

    *wakes up naked under car*

    Reply
  3. mollymillions
    mollymillions on February 10, 2006 at 2:57 pm

    I wondered what the hell you were doing under there this morning. Sorry about the tire marks.

    Reply
  4. kafkadreams
    kafkadreams on February 16, 2006 at 2:47 pm

    Happy bday!
    ~Joel

    Reply
  5. tone_milazzo
    tone_milazzo on February 16, 2006 at 4:40 pm

    Thanks, Joel.

    BTW we’re having a party Friday night (9ish). You’re invited.

    Reply
  6. kafkadreams
    kafkadreams on February 16, 2006 at 5:03 pm

    Radical, it’s 50/50 I have standing commitments in LA but those might be canned due to extenuating circumstance.

    Reply

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