Once As a Young, Effeminate DJ, A Listener Came to My Apartment and Assembled My Furniture
I was working at my desk and thinking about something to blog about – and typically when I'm staring into space it's up and to the right, but this time it was low and to the left. And I was becoming hypnotized by the wood paneling on my office desk. I was reminded of how this desk came to be.
The story is kind of funny, and I wanted to share it with you. I had just moved to Billings, MT to work a radio job. It was my first radio job after college... I didn't know a soul in Montana when I moved there.
This was me in Billings, in my second home (the studio):
I moved to Billings in August 2005, and lived in a hotel. I finally found a place – it was the first time I ever looked for a place myself – and I didn't have a lot of stuff, or make a lot of money. So I bought furniture, and things to assemble, but I didn't have the appropriate tools or a way to assemble it.
One day, on the radio, a girl called in, about my age, and offered to put it together. She came over – I think her name was Sarah – and we put it together.
The desk in my bedroom is still the one we put together. I don't think I ever saw her after that.
Before that, the place was just empty. It had four walls... Four walls and roaches.
I never saw her again. It was fun, borderline romantic, but we never really kept touch.