Once upon a time…
I often get lost on purpose. There seems to be a comfort in the unknown. Of the excitement and fear of going missing in an urban jungle.
I told my friends I’d be there in 20 minutes, but once I saw the glow, I was drawn to it. Maybe it’s ADD. Maybe I’m just a constant tourist.
When I lived in IL there was a road that went past an oil field. Nothing but wasteland and metal and a straight stretch of road. Familiar.
I remember looking up at my daddy in pigtails and loose teeth…
“Is this a city? Is this where you work?”
My dad always worked downtown. Your stereotypical corporate banker. Horrible taste in any decor. Suitcase. Double breasted.. not pinstripe. Style and him were never paired, and he didn’t care. Hell all of his socks were the same color so he doesn’t have to make an effort making sock pairs.
Awesome. I always hated making sock pairs. It was the dreaded family chore we’d put off for months. 3 kids. That’s a shitload of socks. And that’s why the only ones I own have obnoxious designs and patterns on em. Well, not all of them. I went to a catholic school… I love argyle socks. I guess that makes me a bit weird. or cliche. or both.
But back to the tale.
Years later. I learn to drive. It’s actually a main road… or pseudo main road. It was somewhere I had to drive all the time. You could speed down that road. I love to speed. Bad bad bad.
A little secret. This was my piece of solace. This was my piece of… unconventional detox. Zen in a city of lights.
Sunday night on the way to my friends place for amazing homemade pizza, olympics ceremony endings (truth be told I really didn’t care but my friends found it gorgeous), booze, a favorite movie of the crew-beerfest, and Civ4.
I hate Civ 4. I love the Diablo series. But who the hell doesn’t. Not my style. But whatever. Give me an RPG or an MMO any day. Lan party? FPS it up. Frag frag frag.
I got consumed by lights. I don’t know this city. I’m constantly lost.
Which one of you cares to be my personal GPS or come along for the ride? Srsly I would adore it if someone bought me a GPS- my roommate would love you too. I need to start a fund.
I’ve been here 5 weeks. So much to blog about but not enough time.
I want to work with casting. (There’s a story coming about that too)
I want to be a suit. Omg I’m my dad… but with a much much cooler job. Or.. well um.
Broke artist. Rich in dreams though.
They say that people are in exactly the place that they should be. Months ago when San Diego fell apart.. Wow. I am just a vessel- taking the wheel to wherever it guides me.
Because I don’t have GPS 😉