of the top of my head... something personal
Sara's words echoed in my mind. She was always looking out for me, but I couldn't understand why. I had destroyed her blissful assumption of my innocence long ago. This time she really cut through to me. "You'll never get to where you wanna get if you're not willing to jump in right now and fight for it," she said.
I squirmed in my seat. I was flying down the highway, to a destination I knew of but hardly really knew in the ways that were really meaningful at the time. The next part was kind of boring; for once I hadn't risked an accident on my way downtown. Then I was there, standing in front of my buddy John's place. The door had a keypad to which I already knew the code, but it was ajar as usual.
The regular crowd was there; John's roommates. There was Grady and Nick, who were cool, I got along with them well. I hadn't been with them often while sober, but they were good company when we were drunk. Christine was John's third roommate. She was Nick's girlfriend, and they were off in a room when I arrived. Grady was having some gin with a girl he invited; she had vibrant, blue eyes.
We planned to walk around downtown taking in a public art festival. Some kind of... cultural enrichment bullshit. I'm not quite sure really what it was, but the art was mostly bullshit; reaching well beyond bohemian and taking residence in the absurd. If I hadn't gotten high and been drinking then my mind would be permanently warped by some of what I saw, but fortunately that wasn't the way it went down.
Doesn't matter, the event was boring in itself. I ended up getting high again later with my buddy John, and was voicing my problems. He countered me by telling me to play my cards and just not look back. Sounded a lot like what Sara had told me, and I faintly heard her voice again. More alcohol sounded like a good idea; I was too far bent to grimace at the taste.
I sat back into the car; a welcoming reprieve from the rest of reality. I enjoyed it; driving. Through the fog I rode once more, but this time to a destination I knew and loathed much more than the one I had come from. My mind was torn between three different worlds; different cities in different parts of the world. I would have to choose which I'd start off in on the right foot; I had fucked up my past too much to continue from where I left off.
i guess i might continue this later
Sara's words echoed in my mind. She was always looking out for me, but I couldn't understand why. I had destroyed her blissful assumption of my innocence long ago. This time she really cut through to me. "You'll never get to where you wanna get if you're not willing to jump in right now and fight for it," she said.
I squirmed in my seat. I was flying down the highway, to a destination I knew of but hardly really knew in the ways that were really meaningful at the time. The next part was kind of boring; for once I hadn't risked an accident on my way downtown. Then I was there, standing in front of my buddy John's place. The door had a keypad to which I already knew the code, but it was ajar as usual.
The regular crowd was there; John's roommates. There was Grady and Nick, who were cool, I got along with them well. I hadn't been with them often while sober, but they were good company when we were drunk. Christine was John's third roommate. She was Nick's girlfriend, and they were off in a room when I arrived. Grady was having some gin with a girl he invited; she had vibrant, blue eyes.
We planned to walk around downtown taking in a public art festival. Some kind of... cultural enrichment bullshit. I'm not quite sure really what it was, but the art was mostly bullshit; reaching well beyond bohemian and taking residence in the absurd. If I hadn't gotten high and been drinking then my mind would be permanently warped by some of what I saw, but fortunately that wasn't the way it went down.
Doesn't matter, the event was boring in itself. I ended up getting high again later with my buddy John, and was voicing my problems. He countered me by telling me to play my cards and just not look back. Sounded a lot like what Sara had told me, and I faintly heard her voice again. More alcohol sounded like a good idea; I was too far bent to grimace at the taste.
I sat back into the car; a welcoming reprieve from the rest of reality. I enjoyed it; driving. Through the fog I rode once more, but this time to a destination I knew and loathed much more than the one I had come from. My mind was torn between three different worlds; different cities in different parts of the world. I would have to choose which I'd start off in on the right foot; I had fucked up my past too much to continue from where I left off.
i guess i might continue this later
