there was a strict(ly awesome)
saturday morning routine to follow
get up
go for brunch
go to the record store
purchase music
come home
smoke some weed
and zone out on the couch listening to said purchases
i remember coming home with AmAnSet's Know by Heart album
i distinctly remember lying on the couch at mine and allan's place on marchmount
yelling to allan, who was probably napping, to "COME LISTEN TO THE PERFECT PAUSES"
a bleary-eyed allan, comes scowling out of the bedroom - not a harsh scowl but deserved (i had a habit of waking up allan for spectacular non-events such as the ear-wig incident of 2003 which occured around 4 am one morning...)
while i played choir vandals for him and he looked at me, while i looked at him with an undoubtedly deranged look on my face whenever i thought these "perfect pauses" arose
"do you hear them? do you hear it? do you?" i would've asked him over and over again
and knowing allan he probably shrugged, walked out of the room, then spun around to ask me:
"do you think it might be the weed?" before slinking off for a smoke and a glass of pepsi
so guys,
do you hear them?
do you?
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