and Words
I’ve got you on the loose
I left you groovin’
I’ve got you on the beat
I left you broken
But won’t you take my place
Since long ago I wandered
Way out on a cliff
With the brilliance of an angel
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
On the summer of 1991, I walk into the men’s room at work. Much like you’d expect, I simply walk in for a nature call. As I stand there at the urinal, I do my business. My mind wanders, and for a brief moment it turns to absolutely nothing. Next, I absentmindedly zip up and walk to the sink to wash my hands. As I lather up, my mind fixates on precisely where I am. I panic.
I stand in the men’s room at Microsoft’s Building 13; I started my professional career a few days ago. A whirlwind of activity led up to this week. First, I had a short vacation days before I left Florida, where we drove up the East Coast to visit friends in Philadelphia and Connecticut. Next, I arrived in Washington a week early to take care of administrative tasks. I used this week to accomplish tasks like getting a new license, transferring my registration, finding an apartment. Subsequently, I tackled all these.