|Pulling into Kakori: seriously, who names a town after a kebab?|
"No, of course I'm not bored," I assured her, "just thought you may want to try something new. You're what, 25? Live a little!"
''Oh I know it's not like there's nothing left to try," she said, "I even have a list. It's not that. I'm just not that interested in theatre or... shopping or... I don't know.. freebasing."
''Freebasing's overrated anyway,'' I told her.
''So you agree?'' she asked.
I looked at her.
''I guess so,'' I said, ''summer's almost over. You should leave. That was the plan.''
''That was my plan,'' she said, ''you have a better idea?''
I scoured her face for sarcasm. She looked as sincere as she sounded.
"Look," I said, "I'm getting the feeling I'm a little out of my depth here. When I asked you if you'd like to try something new, I just meant try the kakori kebabs. They have a new chef here and the kebabs are on an introductory half price deal."
Icy Highs's Music Recco: A little longing goes away - The Books, Lost And Safe (2005)