July 24, 2011
7. Newblog2011: 07/24/11 At the bus stop, Part 2: A sick story
I was sitting at the bus stop. A man who was probably in his 50's drove up and stopped in the line of cars in front of the stoplight. He was playing a CD or some other kind of recording from his car that I could hear through the driver's side, half-open window.
The recording was of a young teenager's voice. It sounded more like a boy's voice than a girl's voice, but it could have been either. The voice said “At first I thought that it was pee coming out, I thought that I was peeing on her---”
The way that the teenager was talking sounded like a recording of someone talking to a therapist or a police officer, or like something out of a documentary in which a teenager is being interviewed. There was only that young voice, barely into adolescence, talking about a sexual experience during which it sounds as if he had no idea what was going on at all.
As the teenager in the recording was talking, music began along with the voice. It was as if someone had taken a recording of a very young teenager talking about some kind of confusing sexual experience and had set the recording to music for the listening enjoyment of the man in that car.
Copyright L. Kochman July 24, 2011 @ 9":46 p.m.
7. Newblog2011: 07/24/11 At the bus stop, Part 2: A sick story
I was sitting at the bus stop. A man who was probably in his 50's drove up and stopped in the line of cars in front of the stoplight. He was playing a CD or some other kind of recording from his car that I could hear through the driver's side, half-open window.
The recording was of a young teenager's voice. It sounded more like a boy's voice than a girl's voice, but it could have been either. The voice said “At first I thought that it was pee coming out, I thought that I was peeing on her---”
The way that the teenager was talking sounded like a recording of someone talking to a therapist or a police officer, or like something out of a documentary in which a teenager is being interviewed. There was only that young voice, barely into adolescence, talking about a sexual experience during which it sounds as if he had no idea what was going on at all.
As the teenager in the recording was talking, music began along with the voice. It was as if someone had taken a recording of a very young teenager talking about some kind of confusing sexual experience and had set the recording to music for the listening enjoyment of the man in that car.
Copyright L. Kochman July 24, 2011 @ 9":46 p.m.