#90, Nile.

We met on AOL when i was fifteen. Can't remember which chat room it was, but it may have been 'Nirvana', where i met so many of my friends. You lived in San Francisco, and had a car, which was so dangerous and exciting to me. i knew who Psychic TV was, which floored you. (Little did you know that i had not heard more than two songs by them.) i can't remember how we decided to meet but i remember we used to talk on the phone late at night and you had such a soft, quiet voice and sweet laugh. When you picked me up i took you to the Berkeley Amoeba store... we browsed the aisles, together but separate, for almost an hour, then walked back through the bright sunshine to your car. i remember it smelled like Nag Champa inside and you kissed me nervously. We both laughed and got really quiet. Can't remember the drive home. i remember you were tall and smiled a lot, had long hair and wore corduroys and were probably quite a bit older than me. i never saw you again, and i can't recall the last words we spoke to one another. Where are you now?