Disclaimer: Geez! I better start putting these in or my ass is proverbial
grass! So here's to the man with the plan (Chris Carter) and his
deliciously tormented round of characters, 'sides Cassidy Adamson, Derek,
Benny and the Hofiat family which are just the result of a bad candy trip.
"Book Smart, Street Stupid" is copyright of artist Sarah Slean from her
latest "Night Bugs" album. Happy Easter!
~i was born by an old streetlight
where the men lean out of their windows at night
and i was a lead in the orphan choir
and i sang with all my might
until a i grew up too high~
A bureau sabbatical and Cassidy still found herself knee deep in paper- work, not that an intern was expected to do much else. She was still waiting for Scully to ditch Mr. America at an A.D. meeting upstairs and couldn't help but to raise the stereo volume. It was a distraction. A damn good distraction when you're filing through incidents of cow mutilation and metal trackers, not to be confused with shrapnel, found behind every other Bostonian's ear.
Not that I belie---…
Cassidy caught herself before she could have finished her thought. Her eyes wandered over Fox Mulder's "I Want To Believe" poster. She was still in Mulder's office although Mulder was no longer.
No longer there, she thought. Not no longer. A shiver ran through her. Cassidy peered out of the office door and couldn't help to dial the number.
~then oh, all the notes I used to play
on the double bass in the B-list ballet
with only the night bugs to lead me home
with their sad luck serenade~
2 rings. 3 rings. 4 rings. The answering machine would turn on. He wouldn't be there anymo—
"..H…Hello?" Came the nervous voice.
"Mr. Harris?" She was grinning, he could tell.
"No, sorry, my father doesn't live here. I could get the operator the re- direct you if you'd like."
"You've got chutzpah answering other people's phones."
"Sorry?? Oh. Sorry."
"I didn't say I was mad."
ithe rain was never ending
the sadness in my heart
would light
and glow in the dark/i
"I hope you don't think I'm taking advantage of a kind offer. No one seemed to be home."
"No one is home and no one will be home for a while."
"I'm on my way back."
"Good……. Well, …..not …in that….um...—"
"Pardon me?"
"I was trying to get my foot out of my mouth."
"Oh…"
"You're laughing at me."
"No, I'm….."
"Hah. The sitch is reversed."
"Touche."
~this will never change
time wear a prettier face
i'm book smart
street stupid~
"Did you know that Federal Bureau of Investigation doesn't show up on your caller ID?……….Are you laughing at me?"
"….Would it make a difference?"
"No, actually. Just trying to preserve what little dignity I have after last night."
"I've done worse."
"How?"
"I've passed out in a grocery store. ………. Hello?"
"I'm sorry, I thought you just said you passed out in a grocery store."
"I did. Right between the Tide Ultra and the Tide Deluxe."
"That's incredible."
"Really? Well, passing out a wedding's got to be on the Top 5 too."
"No, I mean the fact that there's a difference between a Tide Ultra and a Tide Deluxe." A laugh.
"I think the was my last conscious thought before I blacked out." He joined in.
~the rain, still never ending
the wonder in my heart
still lights and glows in
it still lights and glows in
the dark~
"I should probably let you go. I just wanted to see how if you were feeling better."
"I am. Thanks."
"Goodbye, Mr. Harris."
"Goodbye, Mrs. Hofiat."
Cassidy put the phone down only to have her heart skip a beat when she saw Agent John Doggett staring at her.
"Jesus…"
Agent Doggett grinned. "Emergency?" When she didn't answer, he began to approach her, almost amused.
"Are you angry with me, Cassidy?"
"Of course not, I don't know you. " She tried to smile and look busy. The agent just grinned.
"Right." He turned to head for the door. "Agent Scully should be here soon."
Cassidy sat down in Doggett's, and formerly Mulder's, chair when the agent left, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Not soon enough."
~i was born by an old streetlight
where the men lean out of their windows at night
and i was a lead in the orphan choir
and i sang with all my might
until a i grew up too high~
A bureau sabbatical and Cassidy still found herself knee deep in paper- work, not that an intern was expected to do much else. She was still waiting for Scully to ditch Mr. America at an A.D. meeting upstairs and couldn't help but to raise the stereo volume. It was a distraction. A damn good distraction when you're filing through incidents of cow mutilation and metal trackers, not to be confused with shrapnel, found behind every other Bostonian's ear.
Not that I belie---…
Cassidy caught herself before she could have finished her thought. Her eyes wandered over Fox Mulder's "I Want To Believe" poster. She was still in Mulder's office although Mulder was no longer.
No longer there, she thought. Not no longer. A shiver ran through her. Cassidy peered out of the office door and couldn't help to dial the number.
~then oh, all the notes I used to play
on the double bass in the B-list ballet
with only the night bugs to lead me home
with their sad luck serenade~
2 rings. 3 rings. 4 rings. The answering machine would turn on. He wouldn't be there anymo—
"..H…Hello?" Came the nervous voice.
"Mr. Harris?" She was grinning, he could tell.
"No, sorry, my father doesn't live here. I could get the operator the re- direct you if you'd like."
"You've got chutzpah answering other people's phones."
"Sorry?? Oh. Sorry."
"I didn't say I was mad."
ithe rain was never ending
the sadness in my heart
would light
and glow in the dark/i
"I hope you don't think I'm taking advantage of a kind offer. No one seemed to be home."
"No one is home and no one will be home for a while."
"I'm on my way back."
"Good……. Well, …..not …in that….um...—"
"Pardon me?"
"I was trying to get my foot out of my mouth."
"Oh…"
"You're laughing at me."
"No, I'm….."
"Hah. The sitch is reversed."
"Touche."
~this will never change
time wear a prettier face
i'm book smart
street stupid~
"Did you know that Federal Bureau of Investigation doesn't show up on your caller ID?……….Are you laughing at me?"
"….Would it make a difference?"
"No, actually. Just trying to preserve what little dignity I have after last night."
"I've done worse."
"How?"
"I've passed out in a grocery store. ………. Hello?"
"I'm sorry, I thought you just said you passed out in a grocery store."
"I did. Right between the Tide Ultra and the Tide Deluxe."
"That's incredible."
"Really? Well, passing out a wedding's got to be on the Top 5 too."
"No, I mean the fact that there's a difference between a Tide Ultra and a Tide Deluxe." A laugh.
"I think the was my last conscious thought before I blacked out." He joined in.
~the rain, still never ending
the wonder in my heart
still lights and glows in
it still lights and glows in
the dark~
"I should probably let you go. I just wanted to see how if you were feeling better."
"I am. Thanks."
"Goodbye, Mr. Harris."
"Goodbye, Mrs. Hofiat."
Cassidy put the phone down only to have her heart skip a beat when she saw Agent John Doggett staring at her.
"Jesus…"
Agent Doggett grinned. "Emergency?" When she didn't answer, he began to approach her, almost amused.
"Are you angry with me, Cassidy?"
"Of course not, I don't know you. " She tried to smile and look busy. The agent just grinned.
"Right." He turned to head for the door. "Agent Scully should be here soon."
Cassidy sat down in Doggett's, and formerly Mulder's, chair when the agent left, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Not soon enough."