The Streets? They Have No Name.

Tonight GATS is watching his U2 Live DVD again. I can hear it through our open windows, across the traffic.

What does he get from repeated viewings of sweaty Bono and screaming fans and solemn nods from Edge and frenzied drumming from Larry Jr.? If you asked me to predict what GATS would watch more: U2 Live or porn, I’d bet my shoe collection on the porn. Yet only once has he watched the porn and the U2 Live is on ALL THE TIME!

Maybe at his highschool graduation he asked pretty Jessica to dance after staring at her in math class for 6 months. The song was “One” and she said Yes and she wore a little black and white polka-dot dress and low heels and her hair smelled like fruit. His heart did a little flutter when she put her arms around his neck and he imagined them spending the summer together and maybe driving to secluded suburban parking lots and kissing a lot and fooling around with U2 playing softly on the stereo. She danced well, leaned into the music and even pressed up against him as though she meant it but when the song ended she just said, “thanks,” and walked away to chat with her friends, as though it hadn’t meant anything to her, as though it was just a dance.

Here is a little goose made of rock and steel that my dad made.

And here is its mother: