Spokane,....
Long time , no write. what's it been ? without looking, about a year ?who knows?
Any way, Tonight, I'm in Spokane, another Starbucks, (I feel so dirty). Another mocha grandy 140 no whip. So I pick up the local pravda and breeze thru , reading the typical crap. Area farmers goin green. Jesus! who thinks up these fukin stories?!?! Bush is evil. Eight damned years of that, I think I'm sick of it. These are you local bars and this is why , if you want to be cool, you'll visit them. The rediculous(punny) comic propaganda. The lonley hearts ads are usually good for a laugh, haven't got that far yet. I drove into town about three hours ago. I really do miss the spokane I lived in 17 years ago. Seven different all Night diners, smoking, cheap, bottemless coffee. You can't go home. My original home away from home and sometimes actuall home was a 24 hour diner across the street from where I'm sitting . I'ts now a 7-11.
Don't get me wrong, I dont want to be that age again. I want to be this age with this job and this income these days but I want everything else to have stayed the same. That way all my efforts won't be a wash with socialistic laws and inflation. I would love to feel like I accomplished so much more. The irony is that al the crappy things I hated back then still exist. The hopelessness in the people slightly older than I, the homless youth wandering around trying to look tough enuf not to be assaulted and lost enuf to vanish with out notice at the drop of a hat...
Well , at least I got the hell outta that and was able to keep my bag of personal issues intact. When i give it some serious thought, I haven't grown up in the least inside my head. Every insecurity I had at 18 is still fully operable. I just have more reason now to have them now than then. No hair instead of bad hair missing teeth instead of crooked teeth. chub on the belt lin instead of lack of definition in my abs. And all that character I was missing? Heh.
On the bright side,I have a beautiful wife and two incredibly witty and good lookin boys(only one do I get genetic credit for the looks) I have money in my pocket , well, in the account any way, I have anice car, I writing this drivel on my laptop. I can afford to pay for the smokes that I have to go outside to enjoy, and after I order my coffee, I don't have to stay for hours sitting around looking for some considerate soul to help me out with the money to pay for it. Hell, just typing that makes me smile.
You know?, I used to feel more comfortable in the crappy neighborhoods. I had nothing really to speak of to lose, so I had nothing to offer either. Now I want to go there to have a quiet beer and people watch, ... can't. Truck wont fit , cant drive after i drink ,(at all), and I can't park in the neighhbor hood cause the hoodlams of today are all strangers instead of my friends and comrades. I have not the slightest clue how my equipment would fare from an overnighter in the old neighborhood. Just as well. prolly save me $20 in booze tab anyway.
Sooooo, There you go, my entry for the season. Till we meet again.
Any way, Tonight, I'm in Spokane, another Starbucks, (I feel so dirty). Another mocha grandy 140 no whip. So I pick up the local pravda and breeze thru , reading the typical crap. Area farmers goin green. Jesus! who thinks up these fukin stories?!?! Bush is evil. Eight damned years of that, I think I'm sick of it. These are you local bars and this is why , if you want to be cool, you'll visit them. The rediculous(punny) comic propaganda. The lonley hearts ads are usually good for a laugh, haven't got that far yet. I drove into town about three hours ago. I really do miss the spokane I lived in 17 years ago. Seven different all Night diners, smoking, cheap, bottemless coffee. You can't go home. My original home away from home and sometimes actuall home was a 24 hour diner across the street from where I'm sitting . I'ts now a 7-11.
Don't get me wrong, I dont want to be that age again. I want to be this age with this job and this income these days but I want everything else to have stayed the same. That way all my efforts won't be a wash with socialistic laws and inflation. I would love to feel like I accomplished so much more. The irony is that al the crappy things I hated back then still exist. The hopelessness in the people slightly older than I, the homless youth wandering around trying to look tough enuf not to be assaulted and lost enuf to vanish with out notice at the drop of a hat...
Well , at least I got the hell outta that and was able to keep my bag of personal issues intact. When i give it some serious thought, I haven't grown up in the least inside my head. Every insecurity I had at 18 is still fully operable. I just have more reason now to have them now than then. No hair instead of bad hair missing teeth instead of crooked teeth. chub on the belt lin instead of lack of definition in my abs. And all that character I was missing? Heh.
On the bright side,I have a beautiful wife and two incredibly witty and good lookin boys(only one do I get genetic credit for the looks) I have money in my pocket , well, in the account any way, I have anice car, I writing this drivel on my laptop. I can afford to pay for the smokes that I have to go outside to enjoy, and after I order my coffee, I don't have to stay for hours sitting around looking for some considerate soul to help me out with the money to pay for it. Hell, just typing that makes me smile.
You know?, I used to feel more comfortable in the crappy neighborhoods. I had nothing really to speak of to lose, so I had nothing to offer either. Now I want to go there to have a quiet beer and people watch, ... can't. Truck wont fit , cant drive after i drink ,(at all), and I can't park in the neighhbor hood cause the hoodlams of today are all strangers instead of my friends and comrades. I have not the slightest clue how my equipment would fare from an overnighter in the old neighborhood. Just as well. prolly save me $20 in booze tab anyway.
Sooooo, There you go, my entry for the season. Till we meet again.
posted by LordBru at 6:40 PM
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