as i sit on this plush purple loveseat , in the tiny coffee shop around the corner, i find myself surrounded by "obscure" angst-ridden teenagers with bed head and band t-shirts . i start to listen to these strange beasts talk, the one with the big bangs and the animal collective shirt says " have you heard the new death cab for cutie song? they totally sold out i hate them now, theyre playing on mtv for fucks sake!" he ends with a eye roll and a scoff. the boy sitting next to him who actually looks like a shorter fatter clone of big bangs guy adds a rejoycing " fucking A man, i know they used to be so good before they became mainstream". i sit back quiet for a moment,biting my tounge, undressing all of these people around me with my eyes , when all of a sudden this laughter starts oozing out of me, its almost uncontrollable. it starts drowning out the psuedo-ani difranco strumming her guitar on stage, it quiets the people that are seated all around me, the people at the next table, the people behind the counter making expressos, even the people in the bathroom till there was a residing silence .all there was left was me , as i opened my eyes i saw a huge spotlight was on me,the heat of it almost burned my pale skin . i grabbed my coat,my bag,and my dignity and climbed out of the cess pool , as i walked out of the door a bell chimmed . i looked back through the steamy glass window and saw the circle of vultures who were picking apart my old friend piece by piece.mutilating music like my little brother does with the dinner my mother spent 3 hours preparing.i start walking down the sidewalk ,cigarette in hand , still laughing mind you.as i arrive to my 12 year old used car my uncle steve sold to me for $150 dollars, i dig through my bag for my keys . my frozen fingers keep fumbling through all of my most treasured items, the lucky things that were specificly chosen to go into my bag, yet i keep picking up my tiny mp3 player by mistake , the lime green lit screen tells me its playing the latest song by deathcab for cutie. i pause for a moment, just basking in the irony, i plug it into my tape deck and turn the volume up to 30 and put it on repeat. my mind was speaking volumes to me but all i could hear was ben gibbards voice singing so sweetly that all of my racing thoughts went dim, till all i could hear was " when soul meets body..when soul meets body..". It was at that moment that i met myself and threw my angst out of my cracked car window.