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jack_babalonTwelve days later.
I caught a predawn flight out of Lauderdale this morning.
I watched the sun come up across a field of clouds below me and sleep thirsty I closed my eyes after watching a patch of ocean below me. Vacation visions-
The Secret Woods where flocks of Turkey Vultures circle high over the New River waiting for something to die so they can swoop down and feed-no different than most of us I guess, fireworks bursting across the block with kalideoscope drunk colors spinning and screaming pyrotechnic bursts under a wide Florida night sky that offers no stars or promises to navigate with, walked along the coast listening to the waves pound the beach, chased pelicans and dodged seaguls, left a code to the meaning of life with my footsteps in the sand and taking a peverse thrill that the Atlantic would erase them moments after I passed, sat drunk and worse in my parents house watching the Christmas lights flicker and strobe and tried not to be a little boy again-Sugar high on Christmas eve waiting for the big man to drop me a Deathstar Station or an army of micronauts into my arsenal of toys, almost drowned in a swarm of half remembered relatives all delighted that they hadn't seen me since I was a baby and then shocked! Shocked I tell you that I couldn't put a name to the face or a branch to the family tree, drank mamosas on the porch and watched my parents neighbor across the street dance and dance and dance in his driveway with the speakers on loud echoing down the hangovers of a dozen or so households.
And a lot more.
I got in to work straight from Hartsfield.
Marta straight to work.
A few Emails.
A lot of work.
I miss my folks already.
I caught a predawn flight out of Lauderdale this morning.
I watched the sun come up across a field of clouds below me and sleep thirsty I closed my eyes after watching a patch of ocean below me. Vacation visions-
The Secret Woods where flocks of Turkey Vultures circle high over the New River waiting for something to die so they can swoop down and feed-no different than most of us I guess, fireworks bursting across the block with kalideoscope drunk colors spinning and screaming pyrotechnic bursts under a wide Florida night sky that offers no stars or promises to navigate with, walked along the coast listening to the waves pound the beach, chased pelicans and dodged seaguls, left a code to the meaning of life with my footsteps in the sand and taking a peverse thrill that the Atlantic would erase them moments after I passed, sat drunk and worse in my parents house watching the Christmas lights flicker and strobe and tried not to be a little boy again-Sugar high on Christmas eve waiting for the big man to drop me a Deathstar Station or an army of micronauts into my arsenal of toys, almost drowned in a swarm of half remembered relatives all delighted that they hadn't seen me since I was a baby and then shocked! Shocked I tell you that I couldn't put a name to the face or a branch to the family tree, drank mamosas on the porch and watched my parents neighbor across the street dance and dance and dance in his driveway with the speakers on loud echoing down the hangovers of a dozen or so households.
And a lot more.
I got in to work straight from Hartsfield.
Marta straight to work.
A few Emails.
A lot of work.
I miss my folks already.
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Roariing Borealis
on 2005-01-04 04:31 pm (UTC)Which is why I added you to my friends list. I hope you don't mind.
Re: Roariing Borealis
on 2005-01-04 05:48 pm (UTC)Welcome aboard the SS JackBabalon23- a beaten up old frigate chugging down the streams of consciousness with nobody at the helm, a word drunk captain and the crew screaming "Mutiny!Sweet holy Mutiny!" down in the bilges.
O Captain, My Hatpin!
on 2005-01-04 05:53 pm (UTC)Just one thing: I don't swab decks. And I've been known to pour metric tonnes of sugar into the fuel tanks. Makes for a sweet ride.
no subject
on 2005-01-04 04:46 pm (UTC)welcome back :-)
AcroYear of the Rat.
on 2005-01-04 05:59 pm (UTC)Those were the coolest toys I think I ever owned (not counting my Boba Fett action figure). I used to wage these horrible, pointless little wars where swarms of micronauts would die a horrible & painful death battling my Shogun Warriors and Godzilla. Shiny plastic corpses littered the battlefields of the livingroom carpet,fortresses of building blocks shattered with red missiles that fired out of peoples chest and I would laugh like a mad god over the destruction I caused-until Mom made me clean everything up.
Re: AcroYear of the Rat.
on 2005-01-04 06:25 pm (UTC)but then, i grew up on a lake,
so when the paleontologists dig around down there in a thousand years,
they're gonna find an assload of matchbox cars...
HEY....what happened to ya???
on 2005-01-04 07:46 pm (UTC)hugs,
Lisa
Re: HEY....what happened to ya???
on 2005-01-04 10:03 pm (UTC)Fucked up and was feeling fucked up.
Really sorry we didn't hook up- could've used a night out or two.
Write me at myspace and we'll talk.
R-