March 2, 1999. Tuesday
Days long gone...
I
suppose I should amend some things about yesterday's list. Of course, the
whole idea came after i talked to Jen, then neglected to include her.
I don't even know why i thought a list was a good idea. But it is.
Anyway, She's on it. And Nora of course has her panties in a bunch
over the mentions of her name even though the only people that really regularly
read this are her and Rodzilla, my GFLOABT.
You know, it just occurred to me that calling her "Rodzilla" makes her
sound like a repulsive, lumbering, horrifying beast. While this may
at times be true, it is rather seldom. But i think i'll keep calling
her that anyway. After all, it's what Hulk Hogan calls Dennis Rodman.
So on a whim I called an old friend yesterday, Michelle. I hadn't spoken
to her in about 8 months. I've known her for almost 7 years now.
That makes me feel especially old. Always good to talk to Michelle.
She's living in Boston and pushing towards graduation and applying to grad
schools. Not an especially good time. It's odd, because I think
if we met on the street or somewhere we probably wouldn't be that good
of friends. But at one point we were. I mean, we only really
knew each other for three weeks. I met her at one of those damn camps
my mom was always sending me to. It was called the Summer Institute
for the Gifted, back in 1992, when the 90's were still kinda fresh.
Anyway, she's the only person from there that i kept in touch with.
There' been times when we talked pretty regularly, but usually it's about
one call every few months. to tell you the truth, i can't remembe the last
time she called me. not that i care of such things.
But at least I'm don't lose call-waiting show-downs much anymore.
Anyway,at this camp, there was this other guy, my roomate actually, who
i wanted to keep in touch with, but only because he owed me five dollars
for the blow-dart i'd sold him. I'll get you, Adrian, one of these
days, baby...one of these days...
I think the talk with Michelle had me feeling all nostalgic, because last
night i had a rather long dream, filled with people from my past. usually
i have several short dreams, which is consistent with my channel-surfing,
psuedo ADD personality, but last night I was in for the long haul. let's
see... it started of with me going to visit my friend Jon nevitt at his
house. Only his house was my house. This is easily explained
by the fact that I live in a suburb where many houses were built identically.
However, his house was the only other house that i'd ever seen that was
remotely like mine. but there were still subtle differences. Anyway,
I think Brad Nohe and Evan Bruck were there. I was actually thinking
about those guys yesterday for some reason. Anyway, i think we were
hangin out drinking or doing drugs or something. On my way over to
the house i ran into these girls that i went to high school with, one of
whom i was pretty close with. But i think that, while Jon, Evan,
and Brad were in their present-day states, that I saw the 11th-grade version
of these girls. But i gave them my 17th grade reaction, and basically
ignored them awkwardly as they skipped by. That's a pretty common
reaction these days whenever i run into somebody that i kinda know but
don't wanna talk to. If i don't wanna hang out with 'em, i sure as hell
don't wanna make small talk with 'em.
To tell you the truth, that's about all i remember. Me and the guys
basically just hung out. There are a few random images that keep coming
to me, like taking something out of the oven, but i can't really remember
a plot. I think we just sat around reminiscing and shooting the shit
and shitting on people. That was a pretty predominant past time of ours,
along with "Danger Driving," which was basically driving around on rural
roads, preferably at night, as fast as possible in a deliberate attempt
to get lost. Getting lost at least provided some excitement to a
rather monotonous experience. However, whenever my friend Todd was
driving, "Danger Driving" really took on a true element of danger.
Evan would usually ride shotgun, and act as todd's "eyes." We used
to tool around in his old Subaru wagon. Those were the days. the shittier
the car, the more real danger, and hence excitement, we could expect.
I swear, in the summer of '94, when i was deliberately unemployed, that's
what we did every goddam night. We'd drive around aimlessly until
it was a respectable time to go to Denny's, usually after the old people
cleared out and a swarthier element moved in. They knew us. it was
comfortable. But goddam, did it get old fast.
But i gotta admit, living in this concrete jungle, that i really miss those
days. Sure, when i lived in rural Virginia, i would often go out
driving, but the "danger" was a little too genuine (or Ginuwine as the
kiddies like to say) to be very much fun. I think that a wrong turn
down someone's driveway could really get you shot. But back in Berks
County, PA, you were always pretty close to a major thoroughfare, at
least 20 miles. On the rare occasions when we actually would get
lost, it was pretty fun, although we were cruising around on $2 worth of
gas, which caused a lot of undo stress. But i kinda miss those days.
it was sorta fun to drive around, listening to cd's, dumping mattresses
in the woods, and avoiding small animals. Todd's subaru nearly did
us in once when his "eyes" falied to see a rabbit crossing the road.
Of course, I haven't talked to some of these people in over a year, and
none of them in the past 5 months. I think i've changed too much.
Some of these people, specifically this girl, I'm not sure why we were
ever kinda good friends. I suppose it's a lot easier in high school when
you see the same people everyday. Now, it's just not worth the effort.
Maybe i'll run into 'em at a class reunion, although that's not very likely
since i'd rather be eat my own poo than attend. Maybe i'll give em
a call, or at least mail this web address. nah...
by the
way, the colored background is in tribute to the halcyon days of my youth...
A "golden age," if you will. Riiiiiiiiiight...
1:58pm.
Upon further analysis, i think the part about my dream where I take something
out of the oven was an obvious allusion to "baking."
Anyway, I've been having an awful lot of trouble with webpage stuff. These counters really. I'm just a fiend for the statistics of my webpage. The who, what, when, where deal. I just gots ta know. So, continuing...
Jed wants me to put up a "Ninja" page for him. He says he's always wanted to place an ad that read "Wanted: Ninjas" just to see what would happen. I guess he thinks something would happen, because he told me not to put his email or phone number or address on the page, because, "I don't wanna give Ninjas my email address." Fair enough. So I'm trying to think what I could put in the add. What could attract Ninjas to work for someone's private army? what would they be willing to work for?
Wanted: Ninjas
benefits: Room and Board, Dental
Plan, 401k, Honorable Death
Then again, I guess Ninjas don't really have honor. I guess thgose would be samurai. And I'll be damned if i'm gonna hired any goddam samurai! Those knot-topped, honor bound glory-hogs! Always talking 'bout their honor, how great it was in the old days, disembowling themselves in shame... Christ.
Hmmm... maybe the add would work, because
it would give a decietful, honorless Ninja a chance to reform.
I sure as hell won't tell anyone they were dishonorable.
I won't judge them. Let's give 'em a chance. And hell,
as long as they follow my orders, I don't care if they lie,
cheat, steal, and kill till the cows come home. God, i want my own
army of Ninjas. Screw you, Jed!
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