Me and my roommate with the brick we made sophomore year to hold our door open in the dorm. It came with us to our apartment we moved into Junior year. When our third roommate moved out of that apartment at the end of Senior year (after going our separate ways) we ran into it again. It is now in my car. I dunno what I’ll do with it. Probably something cool.
Sometimes
I sit awake at night and I revel in the dark, heavy, dangerous music of rushing metal, crushing wheels, and singing rails. When they let out their wails like lost souls looking for a home, running through the night on tracks that lead them only to more darkness I sometimes get the urge to love them a little more than I already do. Because something that sounds that sad and seems that lost just might need a little more love in the middle of the night.
Meanwhile, in Eventful Lives...
- DarkBrightPittens: You wanna see a hot dude with a bad tattoo getting off? I've got a video for you.
- DarkBrightPittens: I never realized how true that statement was until it came out of my mouth.
- Me: Dude. Coffee just came out of my nose.
- I was kinda blind and it was two weeks ago.
- Steve: Drunk [darkbrightpittens] is a bitch of a different color.
- DarkBrightPittens: Welcome to Pennsylvania, where we rave in barns and bring pitchforks to the diner.
- In a text from DarkBrightPittens: Thought from last night: Of all the ways dick could smell, latexy isn't all that bad.. Altho it does evoke childhood memories of when the dentist would fill a glove with helium like a balloon for me to take home and draw on.. Nostalgia is wierd feeling to have while going down on someone...
When I Found Out
That at least one of the guys I chill with was on cocaine at the last rave.
Guys. Really. I never thought of weed as a gateway drug before you kinda started spinning a little more out of control than you already were. I know most of you might think that this kind of stuff is normal for you. You know. You’re already doing something illegal so you might as well try something new and different and since getting drunk or high just isn’t enough for you anymore you decide on something just a little stronger.
I think it’s time to ease my way right out of that. Guys. I have a confession. I love control. Which is why I don’t like being drunk around a lot of people and I prefer being high because I still have all my faculties at least. But this is getting out of hand. You’re spiraling. SPIRALING.
It’s gotten to the point where I don’t want to hang out with you anymore because I can’t just talk with you. You have to be drunk or high or sleeping with someone or making out with someone. There are no nights where we can just enjoy being lazy and looking at the stars and walking around and having an adventure. Your only adventures are in the back of someone’s car or out somewhere smoking a bowl.
You’re falling apart. Your living in the moment is called living fast and dying young. And if you’re lucky, you will. Because the option of growing old is fast becoming the worse of your two evils.
What happened to my summers that were actually fun? What do you know of fun really? You can’t even remember most of it.
“Cops”
It’s just a word but when it’s said at the tail end of a pretty damn good rave…
So I Walked into a Bar and…
The bartender said, “Welcome Home.”
Ba-dump chsssssh.
Summer Breeze
I have ten windows and a summer breeze rolls in through every single one. Despite my unlucky recent life, I suddenly feel terrifyingly well-suited to being poor, hungry, and still somehow free.
I’m young. It’s summer. I have feet and two free days a week to do whatever I want with them. Books are for winter. Walks are for summer.
“Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.”
Victor Hugo (1802 - 1885)So At Work the Other Day…
It’s not just my job. It’s possibly every job in the world. Some days it goes by rather well. Some days it just doesn’t.
