Fear and Loathing in Albany
I don't think I've ever really been left anywhere before, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Friday it was decided Cat, Alan, and I would go to Albany. I wanted to be around punk bands, a punk scene to take some notes for something I'm working on. I also wasn't adverse to going to a good show. Well, cat was kind enough to drive us all up there. However about an hour before we go she explains she's not going to the place we are, but she'll be there later. Alan and I aren't much phased by this. So we went to the Stench show and hung outside drinking 40oz' and generally being surly. But it was a good time. The one thing I find difficult to stomach about punk scenes are that like any group of people, it's dramatic and self absorbed. Albany is no different, but at least I had an in through Allen, so I was treated with mild indifference.
The night progressed, we got drunk. good times. We get a call from Cat while we're walking across town to some punkhouse. Cat got her nose fractured and was going to the hospital, and that was all she said.
We got to the house, drank more, I watched kids get tattooed in a living room. Kinda gross, but so are punks. We didn't sleep until sunrise. Much madness in between.
Then after about four hours of fitful sleep on crappy couches, Alan and I get woken up by another call from Cat. She's leaving us in Albany so she can go to Connecticut. There was no haggling, just a couple of miles to walk to the bus station. It was a strange weekend. I regret nothing about it. Maybe that i didn't try to make friends with those punks, but I don't need the drama and they seem to have enough friends.
School is almost done, so am I.
PS.- a quick shout out to my ex-girlfriend. Always nice to hear from you, you have a great knack of calling to tell me how shitty a person I am at the worst time. I guess that's your point. Well remember, its been two years. I don't think about you. Nothing personal, but I do try to enjoy myself instead of dwelling on mistakes that I cannot correct. I hurt you, and I am sorry for that whether you believe me or not. To constantly crucify myself for those past mistakes serves no purpose, why do you do it? I fucked up and hurt you, please move on. You are dating someone, I hope he's better than me. I hope he's a good man. I wish you the best in life, simply because I couldn't give you that doesn't mean you don't deserve it or can't have it. If I'm such a fucked up person then put me in your past and be done with me. I hope you have a good life Jess, honestly I do. please don't let my actions impede that.
Friday it was decided Cat, Alan, and I would go to Albany. I wanted to be around punk bands, a punk scene to take some notes for something I'm working on. I also wasn't adverse to going to a good show. Well, cat was kind enough to drive us all up there. However about an hour before we go she explains she's not going to the place we are, but she'll be there later. Alan and I aren't much phased by this. So we went to the Stench show and hung outside drinking 40oz' and generally being surly. But it was a good time. The one thing I find difficult to stomach about punk scenes are that like any group of people, it's dramatic and self absorbed. Albany is no different, but at least I had an in through Allen, so I was treated with mild indifference.
The night progressed, we got drunk. good times. We get a call from Cat while we're walking across town to some punkhouse. Cat got her nose fractured and was going to the hospital, and that was all she said.
We got to the house, drank more, I watched kids get tattooed in a living room. Kinda gross, but so are punks. We didn't sleep until sunrise. Much madness in between.
Then after about four hours of fitful sleep on crappy couches, Alan and I get woken up by another call from Cat. She's leaving us in Albany so she can go to Connecticut. There was no haggling, just a couple of miles to walk to the bus station. It was a strange weekend. I regret nothing about it. Maybe that i didn't try to make friends with those punks, but I don't need the drama and they seem to have enough friends.
School is almost done, so am I.
PS.- a quick shout out to my ex-girlfriend. Always nice to hear from you, you have a great knack of calling to tell me how shitty a person I am at the worst time. I guess that's your point. Well remember, its been two years. I don't think about you. Nothing personal, but I do try to enjoy myself instead of dwelling on mistakes that I cannot correct. I hurt you, and I am sorry for that whether you believe me or not. To constantly crucify myself for those past mistakes serves no purpose, why do you do it? I fucked up and hurt you, please move on. You are dating someone, I hope he's better than me. I hope he's a good man. I wish you the best in life, simply because I couldn't give you that doesn't mean you don't deserve it or can't have it. If I'm such a fucked up person then put me in your past and be done with me. I hope you have a good life Jess, honestly I do. please don't let my actions impede that.