I’m in San Jose for the weekend, and I’m having a lot of random thoughts, so I thought I’d share them:
Better Off Alone defines an era to me. It will always be my senior year of high school with Lauren and I going to cheesy high school dances. I remember it as THE dance song, yet another good break up song, and one of the best midi ring tones to have ever existed.
You can go home again, but all of your friends are long gone. The last two cool ones are dating each other. You will bump into them at Fry’s well yelling about a USB cord at your parents. You will end this second person narrative as quickly as possible.
My parent’s house is nice. Moving out for a while really brings this point home with a steak through the heart level of immediacy. There’s food, tv, and a laser printer, this place is a god damn castle.
My room, well, the guest room, has the sweetest mattress. It is synonymous with sleep. Also, I have these really thick blinds that completely block out light and between the mattress and the blinds I can sleep for days.
Savers is all I ever need as far as T-shirts are concerned. I hadn’t realized how much I missed this place, thrift stores outside of Savers are severely lacking in either selection, or thrift. Call me a tight wad, but it takes the fun out of it when a previously worn garment of clothing costs fifteen bucks. I get a little annoyed when one of the “good” T-shirts cost $3.99. Today’s trip to Savers was the most prolific in all of the times I’ve been. Between my sister and I, ten shirts were purchased and the total after tax was $24.
All in all, being back in San Jose is depressing. I don’t like running into my past involuntarily and I like it even less when the parts I’m trying to run into have moved, pulled from in front of my foot like a bad peanuts cartoon.
Bill Cosby once said, “Human beings are the only creatures that allow their children to come back home.” Chalk one more mark up in the mistake column.
Posted by Red Scott @ 1:38 am