01 March 2008

I brought joy to Kuwait spelled Quait

The other day I had to buy a tape for class.

A cassette tape.

It looked so strange in my hands. It hasn't even been that long since I've handled a tape. Maybe a year. But I kept turning the tape over in my hands wondering if this was really a cassette tape. The size and shape seemed a little off.
I was looking at the odd thing again tonight and I remembered how this summer on one of my travels I would drive around with une cousine and a friend in his little truck and he only listened to tapes.
One Sunday after sword fighting in the park we were driving and out of nowhere he pulled over the car and made us all get out to smell these roses that were growing at the edge of an alley way.

A cassette tape?

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