gregweed

I miss my friends back east. I miss waking up every day in a dirty house with cat licking my face and purring on my chest. I miss Dave's house, and sitting on the patio with a dozen people shooting the shit and fucking around with paint markers on that stupid electrical wire spool they'd call a table. I miss that shitty job I had and all the fucked up shit we used to get into after hours. I miss Felt and Parnell's. Shouting out songs at the top of our lungs, and playing the ridiculous games Jake would come up with like "word, word, other word" or "celebrity food activity". I miss waking up in the morning to a couple fresh feet of snow and freezing my ass of while trying to scrape ice off the car so I could see for a few minutes. I miss Coventry, and having a smoke on the wall while reading The Scene and chilling out with the rats before another long shift. I miss open mike nights with Xela and jamming out on the guitar with 4-5 other talented musicians. I miss Mongolian Motherfuckers. I miss happy hour at that unusually stupid bar above my work whose name I can't remember. I miss just randomly calling people up in the afternoon and downing a bottle of rum because we didn't have shit else to do that day.

It's been awhile Cleveland, but I'll see you in a couple of weeks.

I also love Portland, but I'll get to those reasons when I come back next month.