I Have Weird Memories of You Wearing Long Red Socks and Red Shoes
Olive green is my favourite colour or maybe brown or gold or the shades in between. I had a friend called Carl who used to call me at 2:00am and say 'Let's go walking'. On one such walk he told me that he loved me and then I went on a holiday to Sydney with two of my gayest friends. Carl followed me to Sydney where he hoped to make me fall for him and if I didn't fall for him he had a friend called Tom in Sydney who he hoped he could make fall for him instead. He figured he would win over one of us while he was there. We met up and he said my boots were stupid and I said he was stupid and stormed off into the night. But I always thought he was a Nazi anyway. I think I only hung out with him to gain an insight into the psychology of psychotic Nazi weirdo's.
At the Scotsman yesterday after a few pints Sam went to Fresh Provisions and bought cheese and crackers and brought them back to our table and I thought this was pretty much the best idea anyone had in a while.
I also thought it was a good idea moving out of home when I was 17 and the druggies next door stole my gold jewellery and my $700 cash-in-hand Christmas and New Years overtime pay. I moved back home after a week.
I adore night time in summer, the heat that lingers and the vibe of people staying out that little bit longer, basking in the darkness that is warm. I like driving over the freeway at night when you look out onto the water and it's all lit up. One of my favourite memory flashbacks is driving over the freeway at night, on my way out to meet friends, window down, cigarette in my hand, looking at the watery lights. There's a feeling that hits me in summer and also on the cusp between spring and summer when the air suddenly feels different and you know a change is at hand.
I met a girl once who was the low-life of every party but she wore her skirt like a flag and for that she lit-up the room and everyone else lit-up around her.
A boy asked me to take him to the nearest famous city middle where they hang the lights. Where it's random and it's common versus common. I said 'I have five hundred in twenties, and I've got a ton of great ideas. I'm really worked up.' We were quoting and applying it to our lives so as to escape the dullness and seem more interesting to each other. We were on a good mixture and did not want to waste it.