Gotham city cafe.
Thoughts have been popping up about that place for a while now. Of Course it's my friend Michelle who put it in my head. Over the summer she made a comment that they made a Facebook page and that I should join. I declined the offer. I have been at the bottom of the barrel my whole life. I could never find anyone in anything. I moved out here in 7th grade and was automatically an outcast. I did cheerleading and then I eventually joined Color Guard marching band and all those art clothes and shit. I was forced to do it I didn't want to do any of it. But I listen to my mommy like a good girl and I tried to make friends. I made a couple but not one of them was a good friend. Now keep in mind this is all before my twenties. I first went to Gotham when I was I think 14. I was a hole in the wall Coffee House on Woodward just north of Nine Mile. Cute little diner next door to get hot fries whenever you wanted and a Place full of musicians poets artists Outkast lover gamers. They did everything from live-action Masquerade - chess. They would have magic the Gathering on a weekly basis. My favorite part about the beginning of Gotham was Mike Dorn. He was funny lovable talented and he smiled at me. You'd be surprised how many people don't. But even in this place awesomeness here I was a fourteen-year-old dork. Not even in these waves of uniqueness could I find where I belonged. it was still fun as hell. I had nowhere else to go. After a while I tried to hang outside gotham but no one would accept me im 15 now and still a baby thy said.( which was a lie because they were partying with my best friend Michelle who is also 15. But she was tall skinny blonde and I was the chubby fat friend). (There loss....I give awesome head.)
The only house that would accept me was gary's. He was like 40, loved drugs.......and 15 year old girls. (Insert story about the worst months of my life. But not now)
Back to gotham. I ended up getting the nickname instagoth because people so me go dark. Real dark. No one cared to ask me why. But just add water and i stop careing about life. Good thing my water is filled with overdoesing dead dad. Cause then i wouldnt think i had bragging rights. It was another sad joke that people did to me everywhere i went. I moved on and took with stride. At this point got them started turning just another hateful place for me. I didn't need a friend Dale but he kind of treated me like crap too but hey take what I can get. Got kicked out once doing some stupid of course. Year two later after they moved on 9 Mile Sean let me back in. I think it helps that I got some inheritance after my dad died and I started opening up hundred and $200 tabs. It's a fucking Coffee House I'll admit it. I bought my way in. For the next two years I literally just sat in the back and write in my notebook. Pictures of pretty women and demons. I always had my music everywhere I want is still one thing that's remained constant in my life. Family friends strangers they all hurt people. My music is safe it's always the same constant. I watch people come in and out Meetup how their eyes would just go right past me. There was a few people that stopped after hanging out at a place for 5 or 6 years you do have people to talk to. What they believe and then it would be closing time and I would walk home. I would have to say my best memories of Gotham was one late night game night happened and either it just started happening or I was not invited period staying late and playing Mario Kart and lunch box chest. When we hooked up for 5 computers( keep in mind there was not a cyber cafe Insight they were only in the movies)
I don't think I want to go back to a place where I didn't even belong.
Now don't get me wrong there are people that went to go that are geniuses. Complete sweethearts And was nice to me But I'm already friends with those people on Facebook. I have what i like to call the nobody complex. Im a nobody. Here at home im a somebody. I choose not to go back.