Georg

Acrylic

In 1987 I was 18.

This was a time in my life where I should have gone left instead or right.

A time of desperately needed guidance.

A waste of time.

But as I stumbled through……. figuring it all out on my own, I stumbled into a man..yet again.

A man I never quite forgot.

I was a secret, I was the other woman….yet again.

Parked next to the tracks, It’s Gastown ..dark outside and the windows are all steamed up.

He reaches over and puts my seat back, He says “ listen to this” as he plugs in a cassette. It’s 54-40.

Making out in a parked car never gets old.

What ever became of Georg ?

Georg without the ‘e’.


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