I’m listening to the Strokes, “Hard to explain” and I’m back there:
I’m 16 years old. I wear some old baggy jeans, gummy bracelet, Rock and roll style you see.
Listening to my CD players (yeah MP3 already existed but I’m vintage you know ^^)
I’m walking out of my high school to go to some doctor appointment (my shrink: I’m depressed) and I walk pass this guy, Gregory.
I’m deadly heart broken, in this still angry phased toward my ex:Jerome, but since 2 months I kinda fell for
this guy, Gregory: feels like I could forget everything just by staying in his arms.
We chit chat.
I tell him I’m in a rush. He asked me what I’m listening to “The Strokes”
“Good choice” he replied