the next friday, better than the last. featuring saterday.
the last few days, you says, are what magic is made of. or something corny and fantastic of the like. friday. i wear a suit to school, with a bright red tie and a brand new purple mohawk. i ditch eighth hour to catch a train to mundelein. first i spend twenty dollars on roses, then i spend ten dollars on food, then i spend five dollars on the train ride to mundelein. i vandalize a bit, here and there. i wait in mundelein for a few hours, i meet jens aunt. she is the most uplifting human being or the most uplifted, i cant tell. she was a very happy person but she seemed generally shocked by my hair. we get to jens house, where jen isnt, so i sit and wait and get ridiculed by family and friends and cousins and grandmas. lots of fun [seriously, not sarcastically]. jen gets here, natalia gets here, later stephanie gets here, with john gets here. the limosine is running too late, so natalias dad drives us to prom. we all look spiffy, splendid, snazzy. the girls are princesses. we go to prom, i see old faces, we dance, i sweat. all the while, nikkis ride fell out of place, so we are trying to find her a ride to jens afterparty. likewise i continue to dance, sweat, and look snazzy. and benito comes from the heavens and offers canada meg and nikki a ride to jens. so the world stops spinning for just a moment, and i smile at everybody. prom ends, we ride a limo back to jens, but not before stopping by a police station to say hello. or yell at cops. and we get to jens, and then benito stops by featuring nikki and meg and the world stops spinning for just a moment, and i smile at everybody. and jen, benito, natalia, myself, nikki and meg all drive to a bonfire which kind of sucks but i built the satan flame castle. so its alright. but it was cold so we left and in the car she felt everytime i pressed her hand a little harder and the same with i, and it was so beautiful even if you wont think so. i wanted to then, nikki, but i didnt because i couldnt. we, all tired from dancing and sweating and being cold, head downstairs into the basement and we watch alice and wonderland, and somewhere in there, the world stops spinning and everything beautiful is placed upon the pedastal and the heartbeats and the everything and my god, i woke up that morning thinking the night before was a dream. i roamed upstairs to find the crew all eating strange breakfasts at noon, so i joined. munching on pita bread, hummus, a banana and soymilk, i kind of just smiled and enjoyed the world. sometimes i do that. we played with a beatiful lovebird named bean and then we drove a minicooper to the train station. a tight squeeze but i enjoyed the music and the people enough to not care. waiting for the train i drew pictures on my pants. the train came, natalia stole nikki and we hugged goodbye. i wanted to then, nikki, but i didnt because i couldnt. and we rode the train. i decided to be nice so i paid for the tickets of myself, jen, meg, and a stranger with dreadlocks. reason being i assumed everybody would just loan me five dollars weherever needed in the city, you know. at this point i realize ive been thinking alot about nikki. hm. i missed her then, i miss her now. in chicago, me and jen left meg to her own chicago, and we roamed chicago ourselves. we went to the gravesite of emme goldman and lucy parson and other folks of the haymarket square even some odd hundred years ago. on the way to the actual haymarket square, a man named 'alabama anthony' webb asked for a cigarette and a little recognition. he seemed like good people, if not strung out of his mind on whatever drug. we got lost in forest park. and a creepy man named mido kind of wanted to get with jen. she was righht. people are perverts, bastards, and idiots. alot of walking today. nick ditched us so i had no car ride home. jen got off at lake forest and told me to get off at lake bluff. okay. i have no idea where i am. so a man named colin picks me up, how nice. he drives me to his house and there we find the stranger from bakes at the last hrc meeting i was at. weird. he offers me a ride home, but i tell him i have no money. he says dont worry about it. we spend fifty minutes getting to my house. i think lots about nikki on the way home [i hope this doesnt bother anybody, you know, the whole me having a crush on my girlfriend thing. oh because im going out with nikki now and it makes me so happy] and we passed three strip clubs, four boat dealerships, five bars, and six car dealerships in antioch alone. no joke. i get home to find every door and window locked, and not only that, the spare key missing. that gave me a heachache which i still have. eventually i just gave up, gave in and rang the door bell. rico opens the door in his whitey-tighties. fucking asshole. my mom is passed out drunk on the couch so im assuming over the past few days something hectic happened here. and i really wanted to talk to nikki and such, so i called her and held a five minute conversation with her over the phone, my best time yet. i ran out and gave colin and friends handfuls of change and a few dvds and a house key in case they want to rob me. and now im sitting here quietly wondering what the world is doing at eleven twelve in whatever timezone they live in, because i cant feel the earth moving right now, i am so incredibly happy with everything and everyone. its only been a week, today, and here i am, the happiest you'll ever see me.