"Call 911 Goddammit" "I don't have a cell phone," Marlena insisted.  It was true. It was a point of contention.  "WTF. Use mine."  "I don't know... do you think I should?" She said half-whining in the cute voice that makes everybody want to be so close.  "You are motherfucking assholes," he said, eyes burning and tearing, dialing the number himself.
"Whoa man," said her friend, this dude, who maybe she knew or didn't, "Maybe you should chill out." I mean it was just pepper spray- the 911 dispatcher said it would painfully wash out in twenty minutes with oil dissolving soap (and totally wash out of auxiliary parts by the next shower) but from every point of view it was fucked up.  His basic safety in a hippie town undermined by a serial mace terrorist in a white truck, his immediate salvation tethered to a stupid person. 


albums I listened to a lot this year:
The Suburbs - Arcade Fire
Look-Ka Py Py - The Meters
Let My Children Hear Music - Charles Mingus
Songs of Love and Hate, and Songs of Leonard Cohen - Leonard Cohen

Winterreise - Benjamin Britten and Peter Pears (Franz Schubert)

Clear Moon - Mount Eerie

Oh You're So Silent Jens - Jens Lekman

Swing Lo Magellan - Dirty Projectors

Dancing in Your Head - Ornette Coleman

I guess that was not as many as I thought