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jack_babalon"Even if I don’t know where I am, I like to know that."
~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Tom Stoppard
Snapshots from the last few days
There was lightning over spaghetti junction, a mean rain pelted the truck and the wind tried to shake us off 75. Kamakazi commuters whipped by us, they did'nt give a shit about no storm man, they had places to be, and they had to be there now! By the time we were on 85 we were in the thick of it, the roads flooded and puddles became lakes that spilled over and swallowed the streets.
The GF tried to focus on navigating us safely, I leaned back and watched the apocalyptic fireworks outside the windows. I was coming back against the elements, and for some reason that felt appropiate. When we finally arrived, there were downed trees sitting in the parents driveway. I was'nt out of the car five minutes before I was sawing those trees off at the root and hauling them away for bulk pick up. Welcome home Rob.
We walked along the beach together, the waves splashing against my boots, wiping away any trace of our footsteps, no evidence we were where we were a moment ago. She stops every few yards to pluck a fresh shell washed up by the tide, she examines it and washes it out in the Atlantic Ocean. On the horizon I see the black shilouette of a freighter, I remember being out there across those waves, smoking cigarettes on the ships fantail, gazing longingly for the horizon, the voyages end and the completion of my tour of duty. Fantasizing what my life as a free man will be like. Meanwhile the Seaguls dive and ride the currents of wind.
"Last Chance" read the sign and who were we to argue. We pull in at an exit only a few miles away from the Georgia-Florida border. We followed the directions straight from the billboards. A gray wharehouse sits quietly in the sun, an empty parking lot, an American flag hanging in the window. We step out excited but cautious. What if its closed? What if we get caught at the border? 'No Smoking within 50 feet of this building' is posted right by the door. you'd have to be 20feet away to be able to read it.
When we walk in we've reached the pyrotechnic motherland. Rows of Roman Candles, Bottle Rockets, M-80s, sparklers, firecrackers and flares that fire from minature mortars. Hundreds of oddly named good time explosives: 'Bushido'
'Black cat', 'zombies','June bugs','Extreme Forces','Liberty Bombs' ~ I was in a pyromaniacs candy store on payday!
So it was a whirlwind four days, two of which we spent on the road. L___ was an absolute angel for agreeing to this impromptu roadtrip. Got to hang out with my Dad on Father's Day, which I have'nt done in something like 11 years. I Helped my Grandma move out of her old trailer home. Sifted through my Uncles belongings. To me that's been the weirdest part of his passing. Going through a mans life, deciding what to keep and what to throw out. An entire 40 some odd years now reduced to a garage sale. I picked his sunglasses off a card table on the porch. They left a clean spot in the dust and I realized with a small sense of horror & amazement that they had probably been put down there by him. seized by a stupid superstition.
Anyway i'm back now. Like all good vacations it went too fast and trying to remember it is like recalling a dream. Already the details grow vague, the colors blur, echos of laughter, memories of the two of us on the beach, or laying on a bed in my old room from when I was a teenager. She sleeps in my arms and I look up at a ceiling that has never changed, that holds the same shadows, holds the same hopes.
~Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Tom Stoppard
Snapshots from the last few days
There was lightning over spaghetti junction, a mean rain pelted the truck and the wind tried to shake us off 75. Kamakazi commuters whipped by us, they did'nt give a shit about no storm man, they had places to be, and they had to be there now! By the time we were on 85 we were in the thick of it, the roads flooded and puddles became lakes that spilled over and swallowed the streets.
The GF tried to focus on navigating us safely, I leaned back and watched the apocalyptic fireworks outside the windows. I was coming back against the elements, and for some reason that felt appropiate. When we finally arrived, there were downed trees sitting in the parents driveway. I was'nt out of the car five minutes before I was sawing those trees off at the root and hauling them away for bulk pick up. Welcome home Rob.
We walked along the beach together, the waves splashing against my boots, wiping away any trace of our footsteps, no evidence we were where we were a moment ago. She stops every few yards to pluck a fresh shell washed up by the tide, she examines it and washes it out in the Atlantic Ocean. On the horizon I see the black shilouette of a freighter, I remember being out there across those waves, smoking cigarettes on the ships fantail, gazing longingly for the horizon, the voyages end and the completion of my tour of duty. Fantasizing what my life as a free man will be like. Meanwhile the Seaguls dive and ride the currents of wind.
"Last Chance" read the sign and who were we to argue. We pull in at an exit only a few miles away from the Georgia-Florida border. We followed the directions straight from the billboards. A gray wharehouse sits quietly in the sun, an empty parking lot, an American flag hanging in the window. We step out excited but cautious. What if its closed? What if we get caught at the border? 'No Smoking within 50 feet of this building' is posted right by the door. you'd have to be 20feet away to be able to read it.
When we walk in we've reached the pyrotechnic motherland. Rows of Roman Candles, Bottle Rockets, M-80s, sparklers, firecrackers and flares that fire from minature mortars. Hundreds of oddly named good time explosives: 'Bushido'
'Black cat', 'zombies','June bugs','Extreme Forces','Liberty Bombs' ~ I was in a pyromaniacs candy store on payday!
So it was a whirlwind four days, two of which we spent on the road. L___ was an absolute angel for agreeing to this impromptu roadtrip. Got to hang out with my Dad on Father's Day, which I have'nt done in something like 11 years. I Helped my Grandma move out of her old trailer home. Sifted through my Uncles belongings. To me that's been the weirdest part of his passing. Going through a mans life, deciding what to keep and what to throw out. An entire 40 some odd years now reduced to a garage sale. I picked his sunglasses off a card table on the porch. They left a clean spot in the dust and I realized with a small sense of horror & amazement that they had probably been put down there by him. seized by a stupid superstition.
Anyway i'm back now. Like all good vacations it went too fast and trying to remember it is like recalling a dream. Already the details grow vague, the colors blur, echos of laughter, memories of the two of us on the beach, or laying on a bed in my old room from when I was a teenager. She sleeps in my arms and I look up at a ceiling that has never changed, that holds the same shadows, holds the same hopes.
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Good Times, Good Times
on 2005-06-22 03:48 pm (UTC)Re: Good Times, Good Times
on 2005-06-22 04:25 pm (UTC)Did you go to the 'meeting' last night? Any thing I need to know?
Re: Good Times, Good Times
on 2005-06-22 04:53 pm (UTC)Re: Good Times, Good Times
on 2005-06-22 05:04 pm (UTC)Re: Good Times, Good Times
on 2005-06-22 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-22 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-06-22 04:27 pm (UTC)Check it Shorty, I's just kicking it in the A-T-L and ready to drop mad flavor on up in this here Blog.
(My Ali-G impression sounds better in person :))
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on 2005-06-22 05:23 pm (UTC)