missed connection

It’s late and I can’t say his name. I’m scrolling, looking for some sort of relief from the energy, the embarrassing heat in my body when I think about Brown Jesus. We were a part of a club. He used to loan me CDs every week. The Alabama Shakes’ Sound and Color and Stevie Ray Vaughn’s Soul to Soul are ones I distinctly remember. Soul to Soul was a brand new sound to me, and the colour scheme was similar to my RCA radio. I remember freaking out about accidentally ripping the corner of Sound and Color, but he took it in stride. It’s hard for me to admit if I loved Brown Jesus. He had long hair and a sweet handlebar moustache (how dapper!). He was a mellow, self-taught electric guitar player. I was frenetic, but earned my keep by being funny and kind. We crossed paths at the skate park last year June. As we were leaving he told me where he lived and joked that I should ‘stop by sometime’. We were supposed to hang out again, but I chickened out and didn’t go. Why didn’t I go? reply via…