It's Like This:
Friday, February 16, 2007
My mom reminded me of this charming anecdote from my childhood:
When I was 6 years old and friendless after a Talented and Gifted grade promotion gone awry, my mom found me crying in my room as per usual, asked me what was wrong. I said, "I don't have any friends." Trying to distract me with flights of imagination, she asked, "What kind of friend do you want?" to which I replied, "I want a friend who knows all the words to 'Clementine.'" Because I sure did.
Needless to say I'd totally forgotten about the whole thing, and cried when my mom mentioned it, crybaby that I am. "Fuckin' story of my life," I told her. And it is. I just want a friend who literally or figuratively knows all the words to "Clementine." And I mean the "Oh my darlin'" one, not the Elliott Smith one or the Decemberists one. Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine/but alas, I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine, etc. And you'd better know the verse about herring boxes without tops-es. Y'know, to win my heart. ¶ 7:03 PM 1 Comments
When I was 6 years old and friendless after a Talented and Gifted grade promotion gone awry, my mom found me crying in my room as per usual, asked me what was wrong. I said, "I don't have any friends." Trying to distract me with flights of imagination, she asked, "What kind of friend do you want?" to which I replied, "I want a friend who knows all the words to 'Clementine.'" Because I sure did.
Needless to say I'd totally forgotten about the whole thing, and cried when my mom mentioned it, crybaby that I am. "Fuckin' story of my life," I told her. And it is. I just want a friend who literally or figuratively knows all the words to "Clementine." And I mean the "Oh my darlin'" one, not the Elliott Smith one or the Decemberists one. Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine/but alas, I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine, etc. And you'd better know the verse about herring boxes without tops-es. Y'know, to win my heart. ¶ 7:03 PM 1 Comments
Saturday, February 10, 2007
So yeah, Portland was fucked up. I thought isolation in a strange city would be good for my depression, that I might, stripped of all my ordinary routines, straighten myself out a bit, but no luck. Let's face it: I lay in my room staring at the wall and smoking weed. A lot. And going to work.
I did meet a guy, the one time I really left the house to have fun. It was at a party, and we were talking about books and shooting the shit in that terrible ambiguous way you do about Literature and Writing and How Hard It Is To Capture That Indescribable Something Inside Oneself In Ink, but there was something very heavy about this one, and not in a dumb Waking Life sense. He had great immediacy, and depth, but again not in some dumb sense. It was like you could cut open his belly and find planets. He was, in short, a real live person.
And so I spent the night. And now I'm writing him a couple times a day. What's this all about? I'm leaving for Back East in a week or two, and I'm making like I want to be 2gether 4ever with this 23 year old tech support guy who used to be a tweaker in Modesto, CA, in his late teens (this is the cynical approach. He is actually quite sensitive and amazing.) I don't know. Happy Valentine's, kids. ¶ 1:46 AM 0 Comments
I did meet a guy, the one time I really left the house to have fun. It was at a party, and we were talking about books and shooting the shit in that terrible ambiguous way you do about Literature and Writing and How Hard It Is To Capture That Indescribable Something Inside Oneself In Ink, but there was something very heavy about this one, and not in a dumb Waking Life sense. He had great immediacy, and depth, but again not in some dumb sense. It was like you could cut open his belly and find planets. He was, in short, a real live person.
And so I spent the night. And now I'm writing him a couple times a day. What's this all about? I'm leaving for Back East in a week or two, and I'm making like I want to be 2gether 4ever with this 23 year old tech support guy who used to be a tweaker in Modesto, CA, in his late teens (this is the cynical approach. He is actually quite sensitive and amazing.) I don't know. Happy Valentine's, kids. ¶ 1:46 AM 0 Comments
