Everything
Everything
Everything
Everything in its right place.
"Do you want to go to
Doc's?"
"Yes. But I have
no money."
"It's on me. Can your
mom drive you?"
"Hold on, I'll see."
...
"Mom?"
"
WHAT"
"
Nevermind."
"Ok, she can't drive me. I'll take my bike, be right there."
"
Hurry up."
So I hop on my bike, still on my
Radiohead trip,
music blasting into my head via
headphones.
Halfway there (it's an 8 kilometer ride), I realize I don't have my
ID. A
crucial element to
infiltrating bars at my age. I turn around, riding home as fast as I can. Wouldn't you know it, I get a
flat tire on the way back. So now having
obtained my
wallet, I have to go very far out of my way to go to the
gas station and
refill my
tire. Ok, I'm on my way now. Rattle
rattlerattle. My
chain has fallen off. Now I've got to put this back on with my
bare hands, getting
grease and oil all over my fingers. This will take a long time to
scrub out. I'm now thoroughly
pissed off, but finally on my way.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
I arrive at my
girlfriend's house, her
parents have gone off to a
casino or something. So we head out to the
bar, and have a couple bottles of
Pur Source. We
sat around for about an
hour just waiting for the bill, then finally got
tired of it and went up and
paid.
Being the
crazy kids that we are, and it now being quite late, we're looking around a
schoolyard by her house for a place to
makeout. We sit behind a
portable on a little
concrete porch and
have at it, but there's
too much traffic. Too many
people walking by. Too many
stupid noises.
We found an
odd little
inground staircase at the actual
school building. It was
clearly lit, but very
unexposed and
unsuspecting. This was our new
spot, and a fine spot it was, except for the
painful concrete steps beneath us.
Then the
night ended, we went to her home. I grabbed my
bicycle, which was still in
skeptical condition, and rode the 8
kilometers home again, with the
Radiohead filling my brain. Riding the whole way with
no hands.
The biggest problem in my life is that I'm really sick of seeing children in television commercials playing Gameboys with no games in them.