January 6, 2005

• I other day I was leaving Coker’s house, and I decided I wanted to
  write on the way home. Unfortunately, as he didn’t really have any
  paper, I had to use a scrap, torn out of someone’s notebook to write
  down a phone number in a hurry.

  So I sat on the bus, and began scribbling my latest philosophical
  ponderings - and it was scribbling, as I didn’t have anything to write
  on but my knee. I can only imagine how I looked, warring my jacket,
  with the beard, and my hair shoddily hidden under my hat.

  Just then a girl (quite attractive) sat down beside me, and pulled out
  her bible for some bus-ride reading. I couldn’t help but think of the
  comparison: this girl, trendy and attractive, reading her bible,
  sitting beside me, dressed like a communist skateboarder who is to old
  to skateboard, writing madly about God and time.

  The dichotomy made me think. We were both Christian, and this meant we
  were connected. All of the apparent differences were not really all
  that much compared to this. I hadn’t felt this way on a long time. It
  was nice.

  • 5:28 pm
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