One Way Street (ch 1

The stars seemed to glow in anger and pain on this fateful night. He stood behind the bushes watching for that familiar figure. He wasn't sure if he should stay or run away. He just stood in the bushes as though he was a bird or maybe a squriell.1

"How did i get myself here?" he wondered to himself. He starred off into the stars and his mind went back...................................2

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He was befuddled why she had did that. The drum set sat in the middle of the living. His thought became hurled with the blarring of the T.V. She had torn it apart. She was angry that  he decided to leave after all this time. Though she refrained from punching him, becuase she didn't punch queers. He seemed queer to her. The person she loved, had become a stranger to her. 5

The Carcus of the drum set sat mangled in the livingroom. It was what they had let thier dreams come to. It once stood as thier freedom, now that no longer beat. He had a friend with him, to help take out the stuff. The friend took out the drum, and whateer was actually left. 6

"I'll try to see if I can salvage whatever I can" said the friend7

"Thank you". he said "But it is dead."8

after the parade of melo-drama they walked out to the car with the pieces and fragments. He starred up at the stars with a tear eeking out.9

"I guess it's for the best" the friend says as he pulls the car oughtta park into reverse, pulls out and puts it into drive.10

"Ya-all good things end." he says watching the trees and thinking to himself..................................................................11

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"Whats going on now?" she asks14

"Dads just going into one of his tirades....." he said 15

"You gotta get oughtta there, or you will become psychologically damaged. She said. thier friendship had flourshed from a mutual friend. they both had pasions in music, and wanted to create a band. They at first would sit and talk on the phone for hours. They talk about anything and everything. Whether it was about her sneaking out and making love to strangers. while he ranted on and on about poetry and how he needed to be female. They got along extremely well. They started a band. And decided to call it Gohnorea. The name had potential. It was what legends were made of. He paly drums, and she play bass. They found a guitarist through an add in the paper. he had spirals of words and images. She wrote a letter to Jennifer Finch of L7. one night she had him attempt to find her apartment window. He took a cab over from Stratford to Madison. he got out and walked. Trying to find this apartment. It was a cold night, at 2 in the morning. he calls her. 16

"hey I am lost." he says with a snicker. "i am  on madison?" 17

"Where you at  on madison?" she asked "dufus-it's a big street...where? cleveland? lakewood?" 18