I miss the metropolitan lifestyle. The pseudo-fad coffee houses, the awesome radio stations, the nightlife. Just the whole lifestyle, ya know? Its like, Odessa is this hot bed of negitive memories. The town is super small and memory hooks everywhere stick out like rusty nails from the garage in my back yard. I live like two blocks from my high school. Oh god, the pain and torment I endured inside those walls. There was the whole first love thing, which would have been fine had I actually confessed my love to her. Also the time I went in for my first kiss as a sophomore to an ugly ass beast of a girl in the hallway by her locker, AND THE HOUND LEANED BACK!!! I never made the kiss. Speaking of kissing beside the lockers, Cassandra, my official kinda-sorta girlfriend for about three whole days. I found her by my locker kissing some benchwarmer. It was homeroom period and I had to walk past them to get to my next class. So I did what any loser would do. Walked past them with my hands in my pocket, my head down and pretended I didn't notice. God forbid I get a tardy.
High school... A nightmare of constant emotional distress and outta control love hormones. Pass by that school every goddamn day. Well I'm older now. Much stronger and I'm a little better looking. Ditched the nerd garb and farmer jeans for a few tattoos, some manly facial hair and Dillard's finest mens clothing. I've pretty much gotten rid of my speech impediment. Picked up a few war stories from my time spent in the Marine Corps too!
And yet, loveless I remain... The memories here in my hometown. They sicken me just like tetanus. Not just the school. Its everywhere.. At the Sonic drive-in down the street, the coliseum, the street intersections, you name it. Even the parks!! I got arrested for trespassing at night while almost losing my virginity at a park. I was in a vehicle in the parking lot rounding third and making my way on the home stretch when I saw a flashlight turn on outside my window. Funny shit now but back then, fml dude, fml...
Id like to start clean. In a metro area like San Diego. Start new and exciting friendships. Meet new lovers and break THEIR hearts! Eat a real Belgian breakfast, have Greek for lunch and perhaps fresh Japanese sushi for dinner. All in the same day!!! Go to the coffee house and sit down with my $12 latte. Maybe write here on how pissed I'm am for being charged $12 for a latte, sheesh!! Im gonna go to a high profile lounge for the evening and sip on Mojitos with a special someone. Then take her home to my condo and bang the shit out of her. ;-)
When, who and how will I pay for this you ask? Now, You and with money donated by the Catholic church...
Good night and good day.
ej
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