Saturday, August 20, 2005
When I was 19, my friend Maggie and I had a pillow fight in the middle of a mosh pit at a hardcore show. Maggie and I, in possession of a flair for the dramatic, took the pillow fight a little too far. We ended up slugging each other quite vigorously to the point that the band stopped after one of their songs to address the tension. We explained quickly that we were just fooling around and they hesitantly continued their set.
Maggie and I grew apart as friends seem to do. We never had a falling out and we never disliked one another, we just didn't see each other very much.
A few years pass and she and I find ourselves attending the same Union meeting just days before the CBC lockout. She works in radio and I in television. We chat later on the picket line when we both find ourselves locked out. Maggie asks me about our friend Morgan and his engagement. I tell her that Morgan got married a year ago October 31st. Worriedly she asks me if Morgan has given himself over to Christ...
"No Maggie don't worry, Morgan still loves Satan."
Maggie and I grew apart as friends seem to do. We never had a falling out and we never disliked one another, we just didn't see each other very much.
A few years pass and she and I find ourselves attending the same Union meeting just days before the CBC lockout. She works in radio and I in television. We chat later on the picket line when we both find ourselves locked out. Maggie asks me about our friend Morgan and his engagement. I tell her that Morgan got married a year ago October 31st. Worriedly she asks me if Morgan has given himself over to Christ...
"No Maggie don't worry, Morgan still loves Satan."
# posted by Die Brucke @ 12:18 AM 
