I just occured to me that today is December 10th. Heh. My, how time flies. Exactly 3 years ago today I packed up and left Long Beach. I moved back to the Bayarrhea, where I spent one year in Hayward. Then I moved to Chico, where I live today.
Wow.
Takin' a break
Yes, it’s been two weeks since I last updated. No, nothing’s wrong.
I’ve just been busy with school, and school. And school. I haven’t had time to get in trouble or get blackout drunk or get in fights with cans of shoe polish. All I have time for is studying.
It happens every semester. As time passes I get further and further behind. Then, two weeks before finals, I decide it’s time to get caught up. From that point until the end of finals week I have no social life.
It’s my own fault. I really should know better. I mean, come on, really now, and all the jazz… I’ve been in and out of college since 1990. I really hate to think about that. How long I’ve been in college. Reminds me of how old I am. But anyway…
I have been thinking about stuff. I haven’t had any recent epiphanies, but I have been thinking about things. As soon as I find some time I’ll expound.
Time. “I don’t have the time.” What a lame excuse. I have more free time than anyone my age. OK fine, I’ll write something profound.
Did you know that “if” is the middle of “life”? Think about that.
Sometimes I write poems too!
Leaving Long Beach
The yellow sun had risen
over Long Beach that cold
December morning and I
was standing on her green doormat.
She answered the slow, wooden door,
sick and tired and crying,
and I felt the same.
She wore the old, familiar
comfortable sweats–
the light blue Sierra Nevada brewery hoodie
that I gave her years ago, the beat up royal blue
sweatpants that have seen better
days. My eyes were red and swollen
and full of salty dog tears
and the words
caught in my aching throat.
My heavy breath was visible in the
early morning cold
of that December morning.
“Don’t say goodbye”, she said…
But it was.