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I'm a big fan of the Clash, thanks to my super cool, ultra-punk parentes. Once upon a time when they were but younguns in love, one bought the other "London Calling" on cassette. Little did they know that one day their nerdy daughter would pick it up and ask where they got it. "Wait... Mom bought that for you? You guys were, like, really cool!"
And so they were.
Anyways, I'm way past learning how awesome my parents were when they were younger, and now I'm just trying to fill their shoes - and I have, even to the point of needing New Balance E-width shoes and coming within a half a size to Mum's wakeboard-sized duck feet. I bought Emvee London Calling a few years ago as a birthday present and he really liked it, and at the time I didn't even know that I'd end up inheriting all his junk when I married him three years later, so he burned me a copy so I could listen too. This was my secret plan all along, really - buy Mark a present but think of myself too. heh.
So it's all old news to everyone by now that a few nights ago, some bald guy in fatigues was prowling around our house at midnight. I thought I was imagining things, because I'm a big paranoid weenie all the time and I'm trying not to be so pessimistic about life, but I still turned out all the lights in the house and tried to see if anyone was outside through the windows. I eventually dismissed my fears, but it turned out that there really was someone outside because the next day at church, our landlady told us that her daughter, the renter who lives behind and directly abutting our apartment in the house had some guy pound on her door and throw a chair at her window. He wouldn't go away so she picked up her phone and dialed 911. The guy just walked down the stairs, like, no big deal, and left, not even breaking into a run until he was some twenty feet away. Ridiculous and terrifying and I haven't slept particularly well the last few nights, let me tell you.
All this to say, as we were driving home from a nice little date tonight while listening to London Calling's "Guns of Brixton" when I joked that the song is totally about me if anyone ever tries to break into the house again.
Mark said that someday when they make a movie about our life, that song will be playing in the scene where our house gets broken into. Instead of the guy breaking into the neighbor's house, in the movie, he'll be breaking into our house and he'll kick in the door and it will be a momentary freeze frame of splintering door hinges and dust, and right then, the song will start to play, softer, then really loudly as I totally jump into action and the whupping begins (me being the whupper, bald dude being the whuppee).
It will be such an awesome scene, seriously. Summer blockbuster. In the trailer, it'll probably have just a little bit of the whupping as a teaser, but definitely that song will be what is playing during the trailer, because, you know. I'm so awesome like that. And because the movies are a lot more unscary than real life is sometimes.