Couch Dealings without a Coat
so here is the deal.
i am currently dealing in couches.
you see, last weekend, i was kicked out of the big co-op that i used to be residing in. so for these few weeks before i depart for the south of america, keeping the miserable paying job that i have, i am hanging out in the my old freshman dorm. how funny it is to be back, three years later, sneaking around while the cleaning ladies are washing the floors. i am not suppose to be staying there. so to get to the shower down the hall, i peek out of my door, glance both ways before exiting, and then make a controlled non incriminating dash to the bath room. i have a horrible cold and i kept jose (my host) up all night and woke up early this morning to the sound of protesters, yelling for what ever it is they are deprived of. yes, it is a strange week to not have a place to call your own in a town that is your home. belonging seems to me to be a subject of circumstance. which is to say that circumstance is all there really is when it comes to a connection with people..i love you because you are my mother, i love you because you are my daughter, i love you because i have known you since we were four, i love you because you were there at that moment at that time when i need to need. and it doesn't matter which X fills that spot. there are an infinite number of X's all lined up. just take your pick and run with it. or you could be like me and get fed up with the fact that you are just another X or just another Y. this here that we share with our family and friends is just a game of house that we pretend. my apron is showing and i don't like it. if i start pretending i don't want to know it. i want to be convinced that it is true. i want to believe. so i need circumstance to bring me a con artist... a really good one, one that can fool me, trick me. bring the black top hat and the rabbit. bring me something i cant figure out.
or maybe i should start believing in fate, cause then circumstance would have a reason stronger than the whim of weather.
so heres to fate. one glass too many, thats my plan.
this SF city is too cold, and i didn't bring a jacket.
hopefully i will be back into my home town heat drinking banana shakes, once again by monday.
i am currently dealing in couches.
you see, last weekend, i was kicked out of the big co-op that i used to be residing in. so for these few weeks before i depart for the south of america, keeping the miserable paying job that i have, i am hanging out in the my old freshman dorm. how funny it is to be back, three years later, sneaking around while the cleaning ladies are washing the floors. i am not suppose to be staying there. so to get to the shower down the hall, i peek out of my door, glance both ways before exiting, and then make a controlled non incriminating dash to the bath room. i have a horrible cold and i kept jose (my host) up all night and woke up early this morning to the sound of protesters, yelling for what ever it is they are deprived of. yes, it is a strange week to not have a place to call your own in a town that is your home. belonging seems to me to be a subject of circumstance. which is to say that circumstance is all there really is when it comes to a connection with people..i love you because you are my mother, i love you because you are my daughter, i love you because i have known you since we were four, i love you because you were there at that moment at that time when i need to need. and it doesn't matter which X fills that spot. there are an infinite number of X's all lined up. just take your pick and run with it. or you could be like me and get fed up with the fact that you are just another X or just another Y. this here that we share with our family and friends is just a game of house that we pretend. my apron is showing and i don't like it. if i start pretending i don't want to know it. i want to be convinced that it is true. i want to believe. so i need circumstance to bring me a con artist... a really good one, one that can fool me, trick me. bring the black top hat and the rabbit. bring me something i cant figure out.
or maybe i should start believing in fate, cause then circumstance would have a reason stronger than the whim of weather.
so heres to fate. one glass too many, thats my plan.
this SF city is too cold, and i didn't bring a jacket.
hopefully i will be back into my home town heat drinking banana shakes, once again by monday.