High Fidelity Page #2

- And I just cant wait till the day when

you knock - It wont go any louder! I-

- On my door

- Turn it off!

Now every time I go for the mailbox

I gotta hold myself down

Cause I just cant wait

till you write me your-

Okay, buddy, uh,

I was just trying to cheer us up.

So, go ahead. Put on some old

sad bastard music. See if I care.

I dont wanna hear old sad bastard music,

Barry. I just want something that I can ignore.

Heres the thing:

I made that tape special for today.

My special Monday morning tape

for you, special!

Well, its f***ing Monday afternoon!

You should get out of bed earlier!

Come on, dude. Play it.

Dont you wanna hear whats next?

- Whats next?

- Play it.

Say it.

"Little Latin Loopy-Loo. "

- Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels?

- No!

- The Righteous Brothers.

- Well, never mind.

No, not never mind. You tell me right now

- whats wrong with the Righteous Brothers?

- Nothing. I- I just prefer

the other one. - Bullshit!

How can it be bullshit

to state a preference?

- Since when did this store become a fascist regime?

- Since you brought that bullshit tape in.

Oh, man, thats great. Thats the fun

thing about working in a record store.

You get to play crappy pap

you dont even wanna listen to.

I just- I thought this tape

was gonna be a f***in...

conversation stimulator, man.

I was gonna ask you for your top five records

to play on a Monday morning and all that...

and you just had to

f***in ruin it.

- Well do it next Monday.

- No! I wanna do it now!

I cant fire them. I hired these guys for three days

a week, and they just started showing up every day.

That was four years ago.

Number three on the top five

all-time breakup list?

Charlie Nicholson.

Sophomore year of college.

Whoo!

Am I glad thats over.

As soon as I saw her I realized she was

the kind of girl Id wanted to meet...

ever since I was old enough

to want to meet girls.

I mean, she was different.

She was dramatic

and she was exotic.

- The guy with the make-up and the tongue.

- Gene Simmons. - Gene Simmons. There.

And she talked a lot, and when she talked

she said remarkably interesting things...

about music, books, film and politics.

- Yeah, Chairman Mao. - And she talked a lot. -

Have you ever seen him less than 300 feet tall?

- No.

- Huh? No.

And you wont will you,

sweetheart? No.

Kiss my neck. Yeah.

And she liked me.

She liked me.

She liked me.

At least I think she did.

- Do you like that one?

- Yeah.

Its okay.

We went out for two years, and...

I never got comfortable.

Why would a girl- No, a woman

like Charlie go out with me?

I felt like a fraud. I felt like one of those people who

suddenly shave their heads and said theyd always been punks.

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