...dear Shelley, welcome back.
What an awesome evening of the proverbial drinking at the pub with an old mate that appears out of nowhere after x number of years. It felt as good and uncomplicated as sliding in between some of those sheets that are made out of t-shirt material, and going to sleep with some Elvis (costello) or mebbe even side 3 of the Honeysuckle Rose soundtrack drifting along across the room. ...and a strange little oasis in the middle of my desert right now. ...even the wayward transmission from my padawan was a welcome interruption between snakebites,Coronas and stories built upon 12 years of friendship.
nice.
...and before that, to finally connect the dots and meet a constellation in the Eskimo's sky? ...awesome.
...and just hours before that- clean laundry, chocolate milk and just sittin' around the shop with my bestest blokes all droppin' by?
what a fucking great day.
wonder what she's gonna do to me tomorrow? Goddess, please be nice to me.
Tomorrow is my doctor's appointment. Yup. tomorrow i go to get my blood and bone marrow tested and typed and filed, and only you know. Do with it what you will.
i love the way the moon tastes when i leave the pub. i love the smell of cold brick and warm keys fresh from my pocket. i love the smile of my truck as i round the corner and see her sittin all parked and ready to go home. i love the thrum of rubber on asphalt thru the floorboards and under the busy urgency of my old Green Day cassette.
i love how i can still feel the press of friends against me, sprinkled with the melange of how friends smell. i love a 2am goodnight bouncing around stoic sodium lighting.
...and tonight, i loved driving home. Even tho i know that my bed will be as cold as a razorblade but as forgiving as a junior librarian,i can still see my breath in the air of this first month and know i'm still here, regardless of everyhere else.
What an awesome evening of the proverbial drinking at the pub with an old mate that appears out of nowhere after x number of years. It felt as good and uncomplicated as sliding in between some of those sheets that are made out of t-shirt material, and going to sleep with some Elvis (costello) or mebbe even side 3 of the Honeysuckle Rose soundtrack drifting along across the room. ...and a strange little oasis in the middle of my desert right now. ...even the wayward transmission from my padawan was a welcome interruption between snakebites,Coronas and stories built upon 12 years of friendship.
nice.
...and before that, to finally connect the dots and meet a constellation in the Eskimo's sky? ...awesome.
...and just hours before that- clean laundry, chocolate milk and just sittin' around the shop with my bestest blokes all droppin' by?
what a fucking great day.
wonder what she's gonna do to me tomorrow? Goddess, please be nice to me.
Tomorrow is my doctor's appointment. Yup. tomorrow i go to get my blood and bone marrow tested and typed and filed, and only you know. Do with it what you will.
i love the way the moon tastes when i leave the pub. i love the smell of cold brick and warm keys fresh from my pocket. i love the smile of my truck as i round the corner and see her sittin all parked and ready to go home. i love the thrum of rubber on asphalt thru the floorboards and under the busy urgency of my old Green Day cassette.
i love how i can still feel the press of friends against me, sprinkled with the melange of how friends smell. i love a 2am goodnight bouncing around stoic sodium lighting.
...and tonight, i loved driving home. Even tho i know that my bed will be as cold as a razorblade but as forgiving as a junior librarian,i can still see my breath in the air of this first month and know i'm still here, regardless of everyhere else.
