I’m not alone
I’m waiting on the island awhile for our elderly client to leave our restricted parking garage, when one of the students rolls up. White dude, glasses, in a Toyota Tacoma crew cab. Regular kind of guy. He opens his window and he’s bumping some dance music. Wait a minute, I say to myself, this kid seems pretty straight. I thought I was the only hetero blasting the dance music (BPM, if you must know) with the windows open. It even gets to where I’ll change the station before I open my window or door for any reason. Mostly because I roll through the east side, and I don’t think most residents in that area take too kindly to dance music.
This is the only music that can keep me hype. It’s all I listen to when I’m barely fast walking and gasping for breath running. Not even the long old school mixes of Woody Wood or Dennis Blaze can keep me motivated like the dance music can. I’m so glad I’m not alone.