Luyện nghe bài hát Simultaneous

So, the first time I saw him was at the annual festival
at the end of the plaza on, uh, Hill;
also as the Island of Misfits.
Um, it's like a mound of black
and Army jackets and boots,
and egg-white hairdos and Mohawks,
and second-generation Exploited and Minor and Sex Pistols patches and stuff.
Basically a haven for the punk-y, rock-y,
goth-y, types.
And uh, and he was, like, right in the middle of it all.
Um, foam yellow cowboy hat, and pink plastic
'R Us pistols, and a holster.
Off-white dashiki, uh, shirt and bell bottom jeans.
feet. Raleigh cigarette finger stains.
And he was an island within an and I just
of had to know more.
So, I, uh, I sat with him for hours to try and get a
on his insanity.
third inquiry was met with, you know,
an eloquent but response, and, you know,
the exchange,
it kind of warranted continuing the cause
he was, he was interesting.
Of course the other two-thirds of my efforts
dismissed while he took in the flow of the festival
all around us:
the raging of multi-cultural music, art, food, families.
All of this with his at full volume. I think it was
Foreigner playing the headphones.
And I asked "Maybe, you know, maybe you can turn
so we can talk?" and he replied,
"Can you me?" and I said "Yes", and he said
"Well, then fine."
He really pretended-not once-to be able to organize
all this chaos that was on around us. He just
unapologetically chose pieces to focus on.
Well, you know, after a few hours we seemed to kind
of found our stride, our rhythm.
Kinda settled it and we're having these intermittent
conversations, flipping back and between the chaos
and the focus.
And just kinda out of nowhere, he seemed to become
a unsettled and disturbed, and I asked him what was
wrong,
and he just blurted out "Peanut, and syrup" and then
he looked at me like I would know what means.
And then he said, "you have any... do you any
batteries?" So his Walkman was running out of
power and he just batteries.
So before I could even and ask one of our fellow
punkers for some double-A's, he my face with
both hands, and then for the first time in the
conversation he gave me his focus and attention
present-and calmly said,
"We will never know world until three people can
simultaneously look each straight in the eye."

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