If you see something, say something.
I'm staring at the one inch scar on my finger that is a result from a cut that a few weeks ago i was sure would be my undoing... it was a simple cut with a serrated knife. Dont offend me by thinking that the involved were at all sober; it is a very sobering experience nonetheless. I saw the bone. There is no doubt about that; Dammit swore (not quite) that it was fatty tissue but the cut was deep, I mean, how deep can u really cut an index finger before u expose a milky white bone? Of all the things to have gone wrong on the thursday before i was to depart for my trip to NY. I could almost not bear all the things that went through my head. I did, I panicked, I couldn't help it. It was like those movies where someone gets shot and is afraid to be taken to a hospital for fear of all those questions that they are sure to ask. I almost threw those words in the air, but i saw from the looks on my friends' faces that there was no need to... this, among other things, had already hurdled through their minds. And so I sat at the paned interrogation booth across from a girl not much older than I. Her questions were mechanical, over rehearsed... my answers were calm, collected and from what I could gather-- rational, coherent. Well, except for the fact that everything I spelled had a word to follow "T as in Thomas, A as in Apple, N as in Nancy." It was the only thing that gave me away, but of course that was enough... I mean after all, i wasn't in there because I had fallen off my skateboard. I was in there because my underage and very drunk friend had tried a boy scout trick with a knife that required me to "keep completely still" but paranoia got the best of me-- I flinched... the rest is history
The trip to New York... the self-proclaimed best city in the world… It's overrated-- what a jaded remark. There's plenty to look at, many museums and places to eat. You get a larger share of assholes than you do down here but I suppose that should be expected in such a fast-paced, ridiculously crowded environment. My most enjoyable experience: you really wanna know? It was learning my way around. How to navigate through the subway, the bus, the railroad system, the taxi's. It was very rewarding to be looking like pro's on our 2nd/3rd day there. We spent a whole week there, Billy Ed and I, and we only got to see a piece of Manhattan which doesn't even scratch the surface... like i said, there's plenty to see. I see now that it's not a place where i want to live, visiting's good enough. We stayed in a room roughly the size of a walk-in closet, perhaps not as long. The place had no air conditioning, no window unit, no nothing… with temperatures in the upper 90’s and our big, sweaty asses coming in every night to sleep it was almost too much hell to bear, but we survived. If anyone ever tells you that flying is too much of a hassle because of airport security just shut em up. It’s all sensationalism. Everything goes smoothly… the only thing would be the incredibly long lines to get the baggage checked in.
Anyway, I babble too much… I start school tomorrow… oh rapture! 3:-D
Unequivocal,
-Me