So I’ve been making a playlist to go along with the book I’m writing for National Novel Writing Month and one of the songs that I’ve chosen from my hard drive is this single by Aska called “There are Many of Us.”

Listening to it reminded me of the amazing short film by Spike Jonze called “I’m Here.” If you haven’t already seen the short, you can find it here. Just enter an age above 21 and you’ll be told that a screening is starting every two hours. Originally this was because you had to wait for a screening, but now I think the movie starts whenever you want it to. I have to admit that sitting in my room and watching this movie as though I was in a theater was an incredibly surreal experience (and one that I thoroughly enjoyed), but I don’t think the film will be lost on anyone for lack of it.

Seriously, watch the movie. It’s brilliant.

So this morning I woke up. Got out of bed. Got ready for work. Hopped into my car and was just heading off when I saw a note taped to my car.

I, being the optimist that I am, assumed what anyone else would assume. Someone hit my car and left me a love note.

But I was wrong. Oh, was I wrong.

Hi

My name is Wafi and I’ve been

meaning to put this on your

car. I briefly spoke with

you a few days [sic] and I thought you

were a pretty chill person. We had

a laugh about “phenomenal.” Anyways

I have never did [sic] this [scratched out “so its”]

letter thing but why not go to the

old fashioned way. I’d love

to get to know you better, if

that is a possibility.

- Wafi

[Phone Number]

Whoa.

Now, I have to say that my first response to this is, “Wow, man. You got the wrong person. Bummer. I hope it works out anyway. That’s sad.” But I should also note that my second response is, “This guy seems like kind of a weirdo…” My third response is, “Wait. Is Wafi a guy or a girl?” And my fourth response is, “Fuck. When I don’t respond to this Wafi is going to slash my tires… God damnit, Wafi. I know you’re in high school because you wrote this shit on notebook paper, but if you like this girl/guy could you at least pay attention to the car they drive before you slash his/her tires! FUCK, Wafi! FUCK!”

But that’s just me.

So now I’m sort of at a crossroads. I’m not exactly sure WHAT I should do. My gut coward instinct says “nothing” and hope it goes away - you know, the Christian Scientist method of living?

Here’s hoping I can drive to work tomorrow.

Oh and that Wafi doesn’t murder me. Let’s hope for that too.