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Underground eXperts United
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Presents...
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[ On The Air ] [ By HC ]
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On The Air
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Fiction by HC
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Last night I was on the radio. In the darkest hour, right before dawn I was
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tuned to a local college radio station. I couldn't get to sleep, so I just
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listened to the radio. The DJ's and guests were pretty cool, so I called the
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station up. I was on the air immediately and started talking with the
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people in the studio. After a few minutes of this I ask one of the guests on
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the show, Casey, about the poem she said she would read. It's called "Hands"
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and is about how people don't realize the power and beauty that the hands
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possess.
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Everyone says they like it, then I say, "I have a philosophical
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question. Is it better to talk about nothing, or not to talk at all?"
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One of the girls says it is better to talk about nothing because it will
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eventually lead somewhere.
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They start asking me questions and the other girl, Megan I think, asks
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me what type of person I was, what social group I fit into.
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Was I a jock, a preppie, a skater, or what? I say I'm not any of those, and
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that I don't fit in.
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"Do you have any facial piercings, what color is your hair?"
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I think that's the DJ.
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"It's not the way I look. I just don't fit in at all." Me
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"You should try getting involved, participate in school activities."
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One of the girls.
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"Yeah, do wrestling or something. What are you good at?"
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"I can write," I say.
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"What do you write, poetry or prose?" the DJ
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"Prose," I say.
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They try to get me to read something on the air, but I don't have
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anything to read, and I sure as hell wouldn't read to these people anyway.
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The DJ asks me what I write about, and I say "the bullshit system."
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The DJ, rather quickly: "OK that's great. We've enjoyed having you on
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the air. Thanks and keep listening to..."
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I'm off the air before I get chance to say bye, or whatever you say when you
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go off air.
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I smoke another cigarette and go to bed.
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uXu #391 Underground eXperts United 1997 uXu #391
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Call THE STASH -> +46-13-175042
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