i hate that alarm clock, corn pops for breakfast, throw in a dip, where is that UPS guy, marinate the steak, is dave coming over today, i miss my sister becky, happy 30th b-day deborah, it’s too warm already at noon, my favorite blue t shirt and old navy shorts, sunny i love you please hang in there, dad you look good today and happy too, i like my crappy cell phone because it used to be my mother’s, why won’t this piece of shit computer behave, i’m tired of being tired, turn the fan on full blast right in my face, i need to shave but i’m a lazy bum, too lazy to make lunch so it’s cold pizza again, is it too early to be drinking beer, my head hurts so i drink another, that ol’ ford ranger sure has been good to me–we’ve been a lot of places together–it feels like an old friend, nostalgic for life in long beach, i miss playing disc golf, i miss surfing in the morning before class, listening to jazz by the open window, books on my bookcase that i want to read again, schedule for august filling up, thinking about going back to college and getting my master’s, wishing i was 20 and thin again, i open my door and spit on the wood pile, staring at the clouds in the sky and wondering if my mom is really up there watching me, thievery corporation on my mp3 player, i don’t feel like making my bed today, sitting on the lawn soaking up the sun and doing nothing, ups brings my package, wave to shauna as she washes her truck, hi dave, more beer in the ice chest, put my feet up on my desk, happy that my friend is here with me, open all the windows and doors and crank the fans, cajun music with accordian and harmonica floats out into the street, rc cars in the dirt, bbq that steak, cousin kym brings me beer, pacifico with lime and a little salt, the flop the turn and the river online, truckee walt’s cabin bar of america and ponderosa golf course, life in long beach with dave on broadway and speed racer alley, bbq tri tip in basalmic vinegar olive oil garlic salt lemon pepper liquid hickory smoke, tugs of rum from the flask, brothers for life, finishing the can of copenhagen, happy but sleepy
Monthly Archives: July 2006
Shaka, bradda
Breezy
I walked out of my room today, out into the summer air. It was cool, for the first time in well over a week. As I walked over to my trusty Ford Ranger the breeze caught me, and for a moment I was lost in memories.
It’s a funny thing, the wind. It’s invisible, and yet you know it’s there. For most of my life I’ve hated the wind. When I was younger and had much longer hair I hated the wind, for it blew my straw-like strands of hair about, whipping my face and stinging my eyes. As a surfer I hated the wind, because I lived in the SoCal and the wind ruined the waves. And now as a fly fisherman I hate the wind because it makes casting and fly placement so difficult.
But today I loved the wind. I stood there, just within arms reach of my truck, and let the wind take me back. I thought of Long Beach. The LBC. The breeze and the air temperature was just perfect, and reminded me of all those lazy summer days when I lived in Belmont Shore, just off of 2nd street.
These feelings brought back mixed emotions. I remember the good days, when Cindy and I were happy. I remember bar hopping with my TKE brothers. I remember exploring the city for the first time, when I had just moved down to the Navy base. I was homesick for Hayward, and yet excited to be starting a new chapter in my life. I remember how excited I was when I found out my ol’ buddy Amy Bookout was going to Long Beach state and I had a friend to go visit when I was able to escape from my life in the Navy–even if it was just for a little while, I could feel like a civilian again.
Too many memories to list. I stood there on my lawn and just let my mind wander, taking in all the good memories and bad. I closed my eyes and lifted my face towards the sun, and let its rays warm my skin, spurring more memories in my head.
I’ve spent the rest of my day in a dreamy state. Unable to focus upon or accomplish anything, I simply sat by my window and let my head fill with all the experiences of my life and all the memories both good and bad.
And now I feel that my soul has been refreshed and replenished. And that’s all I have to say about that.