everything about kent terrifies me. (but that is why i like it).
this was what i was thinking yesterday morning as i headed down there on a very long bus ride. i was feeling a little out of it due to a great lack of sleep, and this only magnified strange feelings of time travel and adventure.
why would anyone head to kent on a bus at 9 in the morning on a saturday, after going to bed only a few hours earlier!?! it was my best friend's high school graduation. i have known her since she was 9 or 10, when we still listened to the spice girls, and there was no way i could miss her graduation. i just wished i would have know the bus ride would take two hours and that i would have planned accordingly.
i expected to reach kent in a state of confusion and disgust, but surprisingly i really enjoyed my visit. wandering downtown kent alone (as i waited for my ride to the tacoma dome) was interesting. i realized that it is not wandering alone in public that bothers me so much, it is wandering alone in familiar places that are loaded with memories that i don't really like.
i was more inspired to write a short film or story by wandering around kent than i have been in all my time living in seattle. i don't know what it is about the south end that gets me so introspective, maybe the lack of things to do... besides observation and deep thought.
i followed the train track to the station and was in turn followed by a homeless grinning man into an outdoors mall that looked incidentally excactly like u-village. i sat there reading and thinking for a while and had a fucking blast.
is that weird? i tried not to think about anything too heavy because i was getting sick and was sleep deprived and head trippy. but now i have a theme for my next zine.
the graduation was cool enough. less than half of erika's class (of 353) is going on to college. no one cheered for the kids going to college, but when it was mentioned that four students had enlisted in the army every single person cheered or blew a fog horn. erika's sister just said "remember, we are in kent."
today, the sickness has finally gotten the better of me. a few days back i used jack's hippie sinus tea pot (the details are too graphic, i'd rather not share) which i think in turn contaminated me, and now i am sick. biggest mistake. if jack invites you to a hippie tea pot sinus party, politely turn him down.
why would anyone head to kent on a bus at 9 in the morning on a saturday, after going to bed only a few hours earlier!?! it was my best friend's high school graduation. i have known her since she was 9 or 10, when we still listened to the spice girls, and there was no way i could miss her graduation. i just wished i would have know the bus ride would take two hours and that i would have planned accordingly.
i expected to reach kent in a state of confusion and disgust, but surprisingly i really enjoyed my visit. wandering downtown kent alone (as i waited for my ride to the tacoma dome) was interesting. i realized that it is not wandering alone in public that bothers me so much, it is wandering alone in familiar places that are loaded with memories that i don't really like.
i was more inspired to write a short film or story by wandering around kent than i have been in all my time living in seattle. i don't know what it is about the south end that gets me so introspective, maybe the lack of things to do... besides observation and deep thought.
i followed the train track to the station and was in turn followed by a homeless grinning man into an outdoors mall that looked incidentally excactly like u-village. i sat there reading and thinking for a while and had a fucking blast.
is that weird? i tried not to think about anything too heavy because i was getting sick and was sleep deprived and head trippy. but now i have a theme for my next zine.
the graduation was cool enough. less than half of erika's class (of 353) is going on to college. no one cheered for the kids going to college, but when it was mentioned that four students had enlisted in the army every single person cheered or blew a fog horn. erika's sister just said "remember, we are in kent."
today, the sickness has finally gotten the better of me. a few days back i used jack's hippie sinus tea pot (the details are too graphic, i'd rather not share) which i think in turn contaminated me, and now i am sick. biggest mistake. if jack invites you to a hippie tea pot sinus party, politely turn him down.