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Daniel Schales, Jeff Puhutski, and myself took to evacuating this stark and barren landscape in search of our northern neighbor. Visions of record stores, poutine, winegums, and a Death From Above show stirred us to action. In the end three words rang clear at the image of Vancouver, BC. "Sketchy as fuck!" We traipsed around the city, filling our innards with poutine and Tim Horton donuts and 96 cent pizza and mucus covered vegetables. We visited vintage shops and record stores. We happened upon the locality where I first met Jacen Blair Beers. We watched Canadian television. Jeff got drunk on Canadian beer. In the end the Death From Above show sold out before our hands could grasp the tickets so we settled for an early arrival home.
It was back in the city limits of Olympia that we learned of a party at the home of a friend. In all respects the night was a disaster. Already exhausted from a near four hour roadtrip I found myself with little patience for the drunken and downright stupid natures of my friends. Constantly assuming a motherly position, I bandaged up the slashes across the back of one friend who thought riding down the roof in a bucket to the ground two stories below was a wise idea. A large portion of the night was spent holding the boy I once dated as he shook and vomited from all the alcohol that he'd ingested for the very first time. Though he never said such things nor acted in such a way during the short time we were together, he said that he loved me and that he thought my hair looked stupid and that he was drinking because of me and in the end it was just Dan Meyer all over again. I found myself with little more then that same awash of disappointment that filled my chest, making it hard to inhale.
And I can't put my finger on why this keeps happening. Why every boy I date who starts out the non-drinking, non-drugging type, leaves such things behind after meeting me. Am I some heathen of a black hole? Dragging people down to a level that I myself never go to? I don't understand it at all. All that I know is that it is very painful. The moment when I walked downstairs and heard the things his friends were saying about me before I rounded the corner was probably the worst.
I don't want to be around these people and all these things. And I can't get away from it. I just want to strap Daniel Schales in my car and drive until we run out of gas and just live where ever we are for a few years. Until all of this dies down. Until everything is better again.
It was back in the city limits of Olympia that we learned of a party at the home of a friend. In all respects the night was a disaster. Already exhausted from a near four hour roadtrip I found myself with little patience for the drunken and downright stupid natures of my friends. Constantly assuming a motherly position, I bandaged up the slashes across the back of one friend who thought riding down the roof in a bucket to the ground two stories below was a wise idea. A large portion of the night was spent holding the boy I once dated as he shook and vomited from all the alcohol that he'd ingested for the very first time. Though he never said such things nor acted in such a way during the short time we were together, he said that he loved me and that he thought my hair looked stupid and that he was drinking because of me and in the end it was just Dan Meyer all over again. I found myself with little more then that same awash of disappointment that filled my chest, making it hard to inhale.
And I can't put my finger on why this keeps happening. Why every boy I date who starts out the non-drinking, non-drugging type, leaves such things behind after meeting me. Am I some heathen of a black hole? Dragging people down to a level that I myself never go to? I don't understand it at all. All that I know is that it is very painful. The moment when I walked downstairs and heard the things his friends were saying about me before I rounded the corner was probably the worst.
I don't want to be around these people and all these things. And I can't get away from it. I just want to strap Daniel Schales in my car and drive until we run out of gas and just live where ever we are for a few years. Until all of this dies down. Until everything is better again.