on leaving the airport

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I live on St XXX Street. In a two story brick house on a littered up street at the front of a cul-de-sac just down an alley and off the main Road.

The girl who told me she’d pick me up at the airport didn’t. She’s not even in the city yet. She sent Martin instead. He got there and couldn’t find me and came home and then had to come back out again. It was five hours before we got together. It was good of him to do it. He didn’t have to.

We took a bus from the airport. The last time I was in a foreign country I took taxis everywhere because I was afraid to get on a bus or a train. I’ve never told anyone that. I spent like $500 on taxis because I was too scared to ride anything else. Geesh. Today was my first proper bus ride. Martin Paid. I didn’t know how.

He’s one of my housemates and seems ok. I mean, I can’t look at him because when I do I want to look some more. He’s one of those people other people like to look at. You know. The kind who always reminds you of someone else but you’re not sure who so you have to stare just a little bit longer than you probably should just to figure it out.

He said he use to work for an MP. Which doesn’t mean Military Police but Member of Parliament. I said something about Ronald Reagan and he laughed at me. I think. Back home I had posters of Mel Gibson and Dan Marino on my wall. Chris had a photo of Reagan and a Newsweek article. Chris is pretty laid back but she loves Reagan like she hates Canadians. And no. I don’t get the whole Canadian thing. I think one called her ugly when she was a kid. Chris doesn’t like people who call her ugly.

Martin laughed and said he was one of Reagan’s communists. I didn’t say a thing but thought “I dated one once. And never told a soul.”

14 August 1998

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6 Responses to “on leaving the airport”

1. steph says:

   12 March, 2007 at 22:26

   i love this pic of you buff! you were so brave!! way more then i ever was! you had guts girl! for all you knew…martin was someone waiting to see you off to the sextrade!!
2. Buffy says:

   13 March, 2007 at 0:41

   Dude, I’m sure he’d love to hear you say that.

   Besides, I figured out quite quick that martin was not so much graceful like a girl as i was butch like a boy…one could never have pulled it off.

   Also…MY HEAD IS HUGE (said in Mike Meyers ala ‘So I Married an Axe Murderer’ accent).

   Next Photo: The Scarf.
3. Ramona says:

   13 March, 2007 at 1:37

   That is really funny that you paid all that money for taxi rides. It sounds so much like something I would do just to avoid looking like an idiot.
4. kenju says:

   13 March, 2007 at 3:50

   Your eyebrows were fine!
5. terry says:

   13 March, 2007 at 20:54

   I went to in Santiago in Chile when I was 21 and I had never been out of England.This was in 1968 and things were just building up to the revolution. I had never seen such poverty and guns. Know how you felt but after 3 months I had got use to it.
6. terry says:

   13 March, 2007 at 20:55

   should have said “went too work in Santiago”
7. room mates. ney. house mates. - plain simple english says:

   3 April, 2007 at 16:35

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