A Walk To Remember

Exhaustion does weird things to people, almost gives you a buzz that some drugs can't compete with, and changes a persons actions... nothing could have been closer to the truth early Sunday morning. Well in order to get a grasp of why Sunday was memorable I got to explain, the night that followed.

My buddy Jose and I went to my buddy's Patrick & Jess's house, to do the normal nerdy "Video Game - VS's night". Little did we know we would wind up talking with one another in till the buses stop running (damn why do I have to be so sociable). At that point the choice was clear, stay awake in till it runs again. So at that point we start the nerd fest in which constitutes as fun for me. We do this pretty much in till the sun rises, in which we begin to make are trek home early Sunday morning. We make the casual ten minute walk to the nearest running bus stop from the house at 8:00am, mean while Patrick goes to join Jess in slumber. So once Jose arrive at the bus stop, I decide that I want to buy something to drink, so we need to go to find the nearest store. Upon arrival to this store, I go to reach for the change in my pocket (aka my bus fair) to realize that there is no change in my pocket... shit!

At this point I start searching places that I would have a better chance of finding weapons of mass destruction. At this point I look over to my good, best, greatest buddy Jose for change... he doesn't have it... or his debit card. One option left, go back and get my change from Patrick and Jess, but after keeping them awake for a hole night, we were really reluctant to wake them. Yet at this point it almost felt like there was no other choice, so we begin our 10 min walk back. Along the way we make phone calls to Patrick's cell phone, no dice. We then approach the house in fear of Jess's wrath if we buzz up... (she is going to feed us to there small dog we fear) thank God the front door was open. We then make our way to the apartment door, just hoping, preying they left the door open... no dice. So we try Patrick's cell a few more times... no dice. At this point I attempt to get the hipper active dog awake, in hope of waking people up... once again, no dice! At this point we say "F@#K BEING POLITE" and we start knocking, and calling there house phone... lets just say that we had less dice then then a Gambling Addicts convention. At this point I make a suggestion, "lets walk back... there was really no other choice. So with a disgusted look on Jose's face he says "I Hate You", which I know what that meant... it meant yes... I think.

We begin the walk to Jose's house threw the rugged terrain of St. Clair West, and as we took pictures of trees that looked like they were out of a Tim Burton movie, and signs that were Ironic (Not Alanis Morset irony, the real kind). As we get 1/4th of the way there and my camera runs out of batteries, (right when we were taking a a picture of Jose under a sign that said "Latino Fiesta") shit now we got nothing to do, and I'm getting thirsty. Along the way we come up to a McDonald's, so I decided to make an attempt for free water, and maybe a free smile. So I stand in line for about 10 minutes with a ton of disgruntled, elderly, Italians in front of me. (I know what your thinking... you could of just said Italians) After about 5 arguments with the McDonald's employees, it was my turn to order... first off, there was no smile, and then I make my order "Could I get a cup of water"? She gave me a very dirty look and muttered to the girl behind her "Cup of Water... Next". I then get my water in a little McFlurry cup... ya like that's going to quench my thirst, so we continue on are trip passing such places as Gino's, and Gina's (They made our uniforms during high school... really bad, and ugly uniforms). Then I felt an old feeling hitting me... no it wasn't the felling that the time was right... it was the feeling that I better find a washroom soon or people will get a free peak at my junk. I look around me and I see the park I wanted to film my Mentose commercial in (ask me about it some time), and I knew there was a Coffee Time near by.

I enter the Coffee Time, and gage the stares I'm getting threw out the room and then made a mad rush for the washroom. I went in (and Jose followed to my protest) and it was the worst kept washroom I'd ever seen, but I didn't care. Once I was done I realized the predicament I was in, I couldn't flush with out having to touch something. I then got some toilet paper to make a glove so I could lean against the wall, and use my foot to flush.... now that's drama. We now left Coffee Time to take a short cut... there was nothing but mud for the next 100 feet... I was like "hell no am I dragging my brand new "Kicks" threw the mud".... but I did (sob). That took us to the home stretch, nothing but open ground till we got home. We sang Simpson's songs to pass the time, (and to cover up the fear of the increasing amount of cats beginning to surround us) and we see it... the home stretch, we made it.

We sat down and watched the Pussy Cat Dolls reality TV show, I protested the idea.. but his counter argument was pretty convincing "there hot dude". After the shimmering, and thrusting ceased on the screen stopped, so did my consciousness. Finally rest, finally it was over... in till my dad woke me up to go do some rends. But I'll always remember that day... a walk... to remember.

A Long, Long Time Ago.

It has been years... no, no. It's been decades... no it's been years since I've used my blog one of the many on and off relationships in my life. Who am I kidding, it's the only on and off relationship in my life.

It has been awhile since I wrote in this, I mean I was still working at the theater... hell I was still working. Yet it comes back to me like an old friend, or a long lost child.(Its only a matter of time) I can just start typing about nothing and that nothing will become something... yet still nothing... huh... how can I explain it... my writing is like a..... Seinfeld episode. Not the characters of Seinfeld... I don't need to yell racial slurs when my backs up against the wall, my head always remains cool. Yet I look back at some of the things I was saying in my old blogs... like my Santa one, and it got me thinking that I have or had one warped mind. Not to say that's a bad thing, considering that most of the worlds greatest works came from eccentrics. Van Gogh for instance was crazy by standard definition, but he created some of Earths most memorable works of art, and he revolutionized post impressionism art... yet he was a most likely bi-poler, and probably the Godfather of Emo. Yet I'm not saying I'm him, or an Edgar Allen Poe... who in fact was whacked out of his gorge. I'm just trying to make a point that being "Out There" is probably one of the best things you can be while you wright. Though I may not share there
chaotic life style, but I share that "what the hell" spirit they had.

So I'm back, and I plan to be here for awhile longer this time, cause throughout my entire life, righting has been my refuge. Yet its been along time since I last took it. Hopefully each weird, and strange period of my life will start be recorded, as well as just odd thoughts that come to my head from time to time. Hope to be doing this again really soon.

It's Good To Be Back

Greg