Male 25+. 237 words with singing. Scott: "Damn the Torpedoes.”
From: When the Levee Breaks.
By Paul Pasulka
Man, Kate, when I first saw you last night. Singing your lungs out to Zep, not even lookin’ at the screen. And you knew ’em all. Stairway to Heaven. But who doesn’t know that? Communication Breakdown. (Singing) “Been dazed and confused so long it’s not true. Wanted a woman, never bargained for you.”
So cool. Wailin’ away. Shootin’ Southern Comfort like Joplin. I told Trip - The guy I was with. Jefferson Thurston Howell the third. Trip. From the firm. Not L.A. New York branch with me. I told him, “This is it. All my life I have been looking for that woman.” And I knew that I had to throw it all away. To be free. No more court dates. No schedule. For us.
And waiting till exactly two forty-seven and twelve seconds in the fuckin’ a.m. to – consummate?! That just blew my mind. Kate, I’m getting’ revved up just thinkin’ about it. When you said you were hitch-hiking to Cleveland, Mississippi. That was it.
Even when I woke up this morning, I feIt born again. All my life I’ve done what other people told me to do. No. Now I am journeying forth to forge in the smithy of my soul the… the… Fuck it. Damn the torpedoes. I can’t wait to call in on Monday to tell them that I’m - What? Call them again? Last night? Kate, just who did I call?