Make it well, make it right...
I'm sitting here, belly full of pho, smoking, watching the first season of Def Poetry on DVD for the god knows how manyieth time, lusting after Mos Def, and thinking about how I'll make good on a midnight promise to, in 2005, get back to the boogie down, to New York. It's time. I need to regroup, soak in reminders of where I come from, and drink Guinness with people who've known me since I was two. And love me still.
My body hurts, having only a few hours ago, made my way down to the Cherry Creek bike trail to break in my outdoor wheels during an eight-mile skate. Exercise is somehow made easier, more invigorating with an end goal more significant than "losing weight." Being a better roller girl, a better team mate, a better player, seem much more important. Perspective.
I'd rolled along only a minute or two when I heard, "Hey you, rockin' the new old-school skates, let's see what you can do over here." I turned to see my mechanic, high atop a forty at the skate park that runs along the trail waving to me. I gave him the finger and kept skating, secretly hoping he'd eventually make his way down to the trail, but realizing quickly that he wouldn't. I'd have liked to wish a happy new year and ask him why the fuck he's not terrified of concrete. With every and any wrong move, I envision my blood and teeth splattered across the path and want to know the secret of fearlessness. Youth, perhaps stupidity.
The adrenaline from the skate washed away the generally melancholy mood I've been feeling since New Year's, the night of confused plans and too many opinions, a handful of wrong decisions eventually landed me somewhere I hadn't intended on and nowhere I wanted to be. I was antsy last night and eager to remedy the evening before, though fearful that hangovers across the friendship board would prevent me from doing so. Around 11, I was saved by an unexpected phone call and washed wished my sour mood farewell, grateful for an evening of drinks and people who get it. It made all the difference.
I ran into Mysterioso who agreed to drop by today to put power steering fluid in The General, swap out my skate wheels, teach me to use a ratchet, and hang some curtains. "Is there anything else you need?" he asked as he was leaving. "No," I lied. I'm glad we came out of it friends. He gets it.
Happy new year's to you all and to all a goodnight.
My body hurts, having only a few hours ago, made my way down to the Cherry Creek bike trail to break in my outdoor wheels during an eight-mile skate. Exercise is somehow made easier, more invigorating with an end goal more significant than "losing weight." Being a better roller girl, a better team mate, a better player, seem much more important. Perspective.
I'd rolled along only a minute or two when I heard, "Hey you, rockin' the new old-school skates, let's see what you can do over here." I turned to see my mechanic, high atop a forty at the skate park that runs along the trail waving to me. I gave him the finger and kept skating, secretly hoping he'd eventually make his way down to the trail, but realizing quickly that he wouldn't. I'd have liked to wish a happy new year and ask him why the fuck he's not terrified of concrete. With every and any wrong move, I envision my blood and teeth splattered across the path and want to know the secret of fearlessness. Youth, perhaps stupidity.
The adrenaline from the skate washed away the generally melancholy mood I've been feeling since New Year's, the night of confused plans and too many opinions, a handful of wrong decisions eventually landed me somewhere I hadn't intended on and nowhere I wanted to be. I was antsy last night and eager to remedy the evening before, though fearful that hangovers across the friendship board would prevent me from doing so. Around 11, I was saved by an unexpected phone call and washed wished my sour mood farewell, grateful for an evening of drinks and people who get it. It made all the difference.
I ran into Mysterioso who agreed to drop by today to put power steering fluid in The General, swap out my skate wheels, teach me to use a ratchet, and hang some curtains. "Is there anything else you need?" he asked as he was leaving. "No," I lied. I'm glad we came out of it friends. He gets it.
Happy new year's to you all and to all a goodnight.