kramer

threeish years ago, my roomates and i had a kramer.

i refer to him as kramer because i don't remember his real name.
i also referred to him as kramer threeish years ago because i never bothered to learn his real name. or where he lived. or if he had any family or friends. i just knew him as the little stray person who would randomly burst through the door and need to borrow our computer, or play my guitar, or show me pictures of some unknown punk band he staunchly idolized.

eventually he stopped bursting in. which was fine because unlike seinfeld, my roomates and i had lives. i did run into him once at a battle of the bands thing and we he talked about how the last band had done an unspeakably lame cover of a weezer song but the next unknown punk band that he staunchly idolized was going to blow my mind and he had started a band consisting of him and a drummer and i was totally gonna have to come to one of their gigs.

i'm writing this down so it won't take spotting him at the mall on tuesday to remind me that i used to have a kramer.