The Girl With The Mousy Hair

I kissed Sarah Parker as David Bowie sang.

She was a fan, and after that, so was I. We were Aladdin Sane and Jean Genie. Rebel rebels. Young dudes.

Then, thanks to a guy who played Starman at parties, we broke up, and I decided David Bowie sucked. Derivative. Complete sell-out. I started buying Opeth records, to underline the point.

But the other day, I found that album again. Every track had some memory. Couldn’t help smirking a bit when Suffragette City came on.

With Sarah, I’m still bitter. But Dave, you’re forgiven. Ziggy Stardust always was pretty damn awesome.

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In other news: hell yes David Bowie