It was a normal day for both Jude and Clementine and neither of them had a clue that they would meet each other in such ironic fashion.
By the way, this story could take place in any urban city where a formerly shit neighborhood is currently being transformed into a trendy place to live.
You know what I mean; hot dog vendors have been replaced by rolling craft beer stands, etc.
They both woke up in their respective studio apartments (about 10 blocks apart from each other) at about 3 in the afternoon and both decided to go shopping for vintage records and obscure movies, of course.
While looking for the soundtrack to Eraserhead, Jude was entranced by the sudden smell of patchouli floating in the air.
As he looked up, he saw a heavenly beauty fingering the Muddy Waters 1944 album Country Blues. Sparks immediately flew into the air like the first day the term Indie Music was coined.
He summoned the courage to walk towards her. “Hi there, I’m Sebastian, but my cronies call me Jude. How about you accompany me to spoken word night tomorrow at Randal’s,” he said.
“Hi, I’m Sara, but everyone calls me Clementine. What’s Randal’s?” she replied.
“Oh it’s just a little, ironic bar-slash-coffee shop that has incredible craft beer and transcendent poets. I heard Misti Rainwater-Lites may stop by,” said Jude.
Without hesitation, Clementine said she would cancel her harp lessons and would meet Jude there at midnight. Continue reading