2005-07-22 - 4:55 p.m.
If you were in Helena Montana and were walking behind a store called "Van's Thriftway" and turned your head to the opposite side of the street you could see a boy typing on a laptop while he sits on his porch as the rain pours down from the skys and the thunder rattles the windows.Twelve hours ago that boy walked and cried, talking to himself in an unending stream of conciousness. It started out as a petty complaint of how the night had gone, and then in the middle when it got passionate it turned into "Ray Bradbury told me that every guy walks for hours in the middle of the night at some point in his life. He said that girls go and stand on lawns staring up at windows, and that eventually those guys and those girls will meet. Well I've been walking for quite a long time and I've still not found the girl I'm walking for." And so on and so forth. And at the end, when the boy had walked nearly enough to reach his car again and had calmed down, he was staring up at the cloudless moonlit sky and said "It needs to rain today. I'm going to wake up and it better be raining, or someone will die."
So now the boy sits on his porch and watches the pretty girls driving by in the rain, and hoping that one will notice him, because he figures that if he were a pretty girl and saw a boy like him sitting on a porch in the rain all alone he would stop his car and go sit with the boy. But it doesn't happen like that, so the boy presses "done!" and gets up to go inside.