In my banged up little cafe... this is Nick Cave. He has written some of the most hauntingly brilliant love songs I've ever heard. I'm quite the fan. His writing and his music can be exquisite and it can be raw and exhilarating.
I watched a few passersby stop and say things to him. I saw a fellow customer get up from her table to say something to him.
But I chose to leave him alone, as much as I'd like to have had a conversation with him. He's a human. He's probably back in Australia at Christmas to be with family, and he's lost a son quite recently. He looked like he just wanted some quiet time.
And that's how I blew my chance to say I spoke to Nick Cave.
I watched a few passersby stop and say things to him. I saw a fellow customer get up from her table to say something to him.
But I chose to leave him alone, as much as I'd like to have had a conversation with him. He's a human. He's probably back in Australia at Christmas to be with family, and he's lost a son quite recently. He looked like he just wanted some quiet time.
And that's how I blew my chance to say I spoke to Nick Cave.
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