imaginary friends and their imaginary ends

I know it’s been over a month, but in that month, I have left Austin (a week earlier than planned, for a job interview in St. Petersburg), spent two weeks in the St. Pete/Tampa area of Florida with my best friend, discovered we cannot live together, drove back to Long Island (which is where I kind of realized I wanted to be before I left Texas), got and quit a job at a self-serve froyo shop and was nudged back into online broadcasting again by my erstwhile partner-in-radio-crime to spin tunes for the third incarnation of what was once my college radio show (self-promotion alert – Taco Wagon v3.0), and is now my second webcasting station.

Anyhow, I am now back in/on Long Island, actively seeking viable employment, but also looking for shits and giggles and kicks and chicks.  I was really bummed at the time that I never heard back from this girl  She seemed pretty much tailor-made to be found in my dark alley at 2am.  I guess you can’t win ’em all, although, sometimes, it’s nice just to be nominated.  For the record, the story below is entirely true.  Perhaps one day soon I can be arsed to scan the original poem and link it on here somewhere.  For now, you just have to imagine for yourself a poem that uses the word “schlemiel” in it.

imaginary friends and their imaginary ends
Sent to ohjulhiea
Feb 8, 2010 – 2:41am
8% Enemy 86% Friend 90% Match

Hi there,

I enjoyed your Seppo anecdote and since I don’t know you yet, thought that I should share my imaginary friend story with you.

My imaginary friend was named Herman. And he only seemed to be around so I had someone to blame for things being broken. And then one day, he got hit by a car and died. I always thought I was a morbid kid because of that. I felt especially bad about it after “Drop Dead Fred” came out and I thought about Herman being in that weird limbo for the outgrown imaginary friends. In college, we had to write a poem in the shape of something, so I wrote a poem called “Herman’s Tombstone” in the shape of a tombstone, where I mentioned that he wasn’t so much an invisible friend as he was an invisible schlemiel.

I enjoy a lot of things not pertaining to imaginary friends as well, but figured I could start in a weird place first, get it out of the way.

Hope you had non-imaginary fun this weekend (but not too much).