(it was acuff-rose)

"What else? What else did you get up to?"
"Well this one time a chubby fourteen-year-old who walked by me tried to steal your face."
"What? You almost got shanked!?"
"I said 'your face'. He was trying to steal it."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it was the day before my birthday, I was on my way to the Post Office down Mile End Road to pick up what my parents had sent me and had just handed a paper in late, of course, and was thinking a million things about all the ways I need to get my shit together and suddenly the last minute of the good times are killing me hit me, you know, and all I could focus on was how perfect it sounded...until a fourteen-year-old who looks like a young, chubby you walks by me and I can't stop staring at him. He looked so much like you that the longer I looked at him the more upset I got that it wasn't really you. So I guess he wasn't trying to steal your face. He was stealing my moment with Modest Mouse and giving it to you."
Her eyes drop from meeting his gaze to their cold coffee mugs on the table and then dart upward--with two nods and her gaze now fixed on the waitress, his has shifted to the window while the waitress pours refills.
"Anyways Jeff Tweedy came on shuffle only a few minutes later and I knew."
"Knew what?"
"That I had to come have this conversation with you."