[This One Goes Out]...
to another night with no sleep.
First it was my cell phone. I lost it. I lost contact with people in general.
I do have a home number which people know. But no one ever calls it.
I'm not sure why. It has voice mail. But that's all right. It's been weeks
without my cell... and it's been rather refreshing actually.
I feel cast away from society actually. Socially unacceptable! We can't
get a hold of you. keh.
Within a few weeks of that, my car has needed repairs, inspection and re-registration.
Unfortunately, in New York, you can't re-register your car without first having it
inspected. With my luck, the parts that needed to be inspected, failed.
-A new steering column.7hours labor.
How the hell do you break your steering column?
-Broken tie rod and broken axle.
How do you drive around now knowing that's broken? The tires turned in the front. I know
because I looked.
-Brake pads and brake lines.
Those I knew were going. The pressure going down rapidly every time I stepped on the break.
I figured all I needed was new brakes and possibly my oil changed (not required to pass by the by).
So it's been an entire week without my car because of the extensive repairs.
That means no transportation anywhere. It's been kind of fun not knowing how I'm supposed
to get to and from. My car is ready and I can pick it up. It's all the way in Owego... it's about 11
or 12 miles from Binghamton. My dilemma is how can I get up there and back by the time they
close when I work from 9am to 6pm? Ah, yes, I will figure out a way. I always do.
I want to just take my car and drive. What little money I do have. I want to start fresh. Away
from this shitty town that everyone keeps coming back to. Anyone that's moved away has come
back. There's nothing enticing about this place. Nothing to ever look forward to. This town
doesn't really change. It just gets more worn down. The ambition I had to succeed in this town
has been sucked away because of the emptiness. Why should I succeed in any fashion when there's
no goal or anything to strive for. There's really no reason to go on living here. The most I look forward
to everyday is waking up. Oooohhh, joy. I woke up. And that's about as much excitement I can expect.
Nothing great ever comes later in the day. [ever]
Am I being over-dramatic? No, not really. Come live here for a little while. Everyone dreams of doing
bigger and better things, but it won't happen here.
I also think there's a reason for my spark in creativity. For me joining a new band. I think I'm destined
to be famous. I can deal with the media because I don't care. "OMG!!! He used a baby as a pick to play
his guitar!!! OMFG!!"
And I'll say something along the lines of "that baby was born to rock." Or something equally as cheesy.
First it was my cell phone. I lost it. I lost contact with people in general.
I do have a home number which people know. But no one ever calls it.
I'm not sure why. It has voice mail. But that's all right. It's been weeks
without my cell... and it's been rather refreshing actually.
I feel cast away from society actually. Socially unacceptable! We can't
get a hold of you. keh.
Within a few weeks of that, my car has needed repairs, inspection and re-registration.
Unfortunately, in New York, you can't re-register your car without first having it
inspected. With my luck, the parts that needed to be inspected, failed.
-A new steering column.7hours labor.
How the hell do you break your steering column?
-Broken tie rod and broken axle.
How do you drive around now knowing that's broken? The tires turned in the front. I know
because I looked.
-Brake pads and brake lines.
Those I knew were going. The pressure going down rapidly every time I stepped on the break.
I figured all I needed was new brakes and possibly my oil changed (not required to pass by the by).
So it's been an entire week without my car because of the extensive repairs.
That means no transportation anywhere. It's been kind of fun not knowing how I'm supposed
to get to and from. My car is ready and I can pick it up. It's all the way in Owego... it's about 11
or 12 miles from Binghamton. My dilemma is how can I get up there and back by the time they
close when I work from 9am to 6pm? Ah, yes, I will figure out a way. I always do.
I want to just take my car and drive. What little money I do have. I want to start fresh. Away
from this shitty town that everyone keeps coming back to. Anyone that's moved away has come
back. There's nothing enticing about this place. Nothing to ever look forward to. This town
doesn't really change. It just gets more worn down. The ambition I had to succeed in this town
has been sucked away because of the emptiness. Why should I succeed in any fashion when there's
no goal or anything to strive for. There's really no reason to go on living here. The most I look forward
to everyday is waking up. Oooohhh, joy. I woke up. And that's about as much excitement I can expect.
Nothing great ever comes later in the day. [ever]
Am I being over-dramatic? No, not really. Come live here for a little while. Everyone dreams of doing
bigger and better things, but it won't happen here.
I also think there's a reason for my spark in creativity. For me joining a new band. I think I'm destined
to be famous. I can deal with the media because I don't care. "OMG!!! He used a baby as a pick to play
his guitar!!! OMFG!!"
And I'll say something along the lines of "that baby was born to rock." Or something equally as cheesy.