Once upon a time there was a Maiden of, say, 20 or so, who fell in love with a prince...
Okay, so it wasn't a prince.
It was a fellow techie at a summer stock theater, where said Maiden was whiling away her summer with a hot glue gun as the "accessories" person in a light opera company costume shop.
Said Maiden and Young Tech (who whiled away his days with a hammer and occasionally a paintbrush) spent all their spare hours (about two a week) running down to the sea shore, splashing in the waves, and in all other ways behaving like the two lovers in From Here to Eternity.
The Maiden and the Young Tech were huge fans of both Kerouac and Castaneda. And it was the 70s. So they did what any self-respecting late-70s Kerouac and Castaneda-loving young lovers would do, and they ran off... to California. (Berkeley, to be exact).
And they lived happily ever after.
For about three months.
Until an earthquake hit. And being the
But said Maiden had actually dropped out of college to fulfill her Kerouac-fueled dreams, and decided that she and academia were missing each other.
So the two scooted off hand-in-hand (well, by Greyhound, actually) to the land of Michigan, where all went wrong for our two young lovers.
There they met a young sorceress, who feigned friendship with said Maiden so she could get her
The sorceress waited until the perfect moment, when said Maiden returned back to the land of the East where she attended the funeral of her beloved grandmother. And upon her return she was greeted with the desertion of the Young Tech, who told her, "Yes just broke up" (their favorite band), "and I think it's time we did, too."
But even break-ups are not so simple when presented in such a charming manner, and it was difficult for said Maiden and Young Tech to actually separate. So during their last, miserable, sit-down, drag-out, whining weeks together, they played the song below. Often. And sang along.
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