Hey-ey!
Do you remember that day?
The day you drove away?
The jagged rocks and gouged earth, afternoon departures leading off of missed exits and onto freeway access roads, from Needles to Flagstaff, through a rip-roarin' Grand Canyon fire, then deep into Albuquerque. Santa Rosa is fair, and a trademark stop of the I-40E travelers. No one gives a shit about Texas, Oklahoma, and Arkansas. With landscapes like that, our eyes were like zits begging to be popped. It's the deep red earth and the humble earth tones we're missing, now.
We're missing clean days.
The sun.
The wind.
The creosotes, yuccas, and sagebrush.
Tumbleweeds and Joshua Trees.
It's all I really know, and all I can ever truly love.
6 months is too long. 7 is pushing it. 8 will be the breaking point. 9 will be unacceptable. I miss the fucking dirt. I miss the sunshine, and those wispy cirrus clouds that stretch across the sky. I'm thinking of Teddy standing knee-deep in the hot sand. I'm thinking about putting my feet in the hot sand too. Why do there have to be so many thorns?
People are more attractive in Memphis.
"Yankees make their women ugly."
I've never felt like an outsider, here, and it's incredible how nice everyone is. I'll never get over it. I wish I could have the best of both worlds. But I'm going to ditch both and try out the Pacific Northwest, soon. Even if they don't like me for being from California. Frankly, I fucking love California. I'm sorry we're all dicks. We can't help it, we breed ourselves that way.
I met the Dos Equis guy, here, albet much younger, considerably handsomer version. I was in love with him for about two weeks because he pulled my hair, drank my orange juice, and put me on the dryer. He was a fine-faced dream.
Tall guy only really talks to me when he is drunk. I love being around that one, all the same. I wish I was imbued with half the vivacity of this gentleman. Enamored of kindness and strength, it is the desire to feel the upper region of his left quadriceps that keeps me interested.
The manwhores are unbelievable. People are easy to impress or overwhelm. Stripper titties give you the flu. Roommates from New Jersey are bad news. Tonsils are best when not in the throat.
I use Facebook. Do you fucking care?
The day you drove away?
The jagged rocks and gouged earth, afternoon departures leading off of missed exits and onto freeway access roads, from Needles to Flagstaff, through a rip-roarin' Grand Canyon fire, then deep into Albuquerque. Santa Rosa is fair, and a trademark stop of the I-40E travelers. No one gives a shit about Texas, Oklahoma, and Arkansas. With landscapes like that, our eyes were like zits begging to be popped. It's the deep red earth and the humble earth tones we're missing, now.
We're missing clean days.
The sun.
The wind.
The creosotes, yuccas, and sagebrush.
Tumbleweeds and Joshua Trees.
It's all I really know, and all I can ever truly love.
6 months is too long. 7 is pushing it. 8 will be the breaking point. 9 will be unacceptable. I miss the fucking dirt. I miss the sunshine, and those wispy cirrus clouds that stretch across the sky. I'm thinking of Teddy standing knee-deep in the hot sand. I'm thinking about putting my feet in the hot sand too. Why do there have to be so many thorns?
People are more attractive in Memphis.
"Yankees make their women ugly."
I've never felt like an outsider, here, and it's incredible how nice everyone is. I'll never get over it. I wish I could have the best of both worlds. But I'm going to ditch both and try out the Pacific Northwest, soon. Even if they don't like me for being from California. Frankly, I fucking love California. I'm sorry we're all dicks. We can't help it, we breed ourselves that way.
I met the Dos Equis guy, here, albet much younger, considerably handsomer version. I was in love with him for about two weeks because he pulled my hair, drank my orange juice, and put me on the dryer. He was a fine-faced dream.
Tall guy only really talks to me when he is drunk. I love being around that one, all the same. I wish I was imbued with half the vivacity of this gentleman. Enamored of kindness and strength, it is the desire to feel the upper region of his left quadriceps that keeps me interested.
The manwhores are unbelievable. People are easy to impress or overwhelm. Stripper titties give you the flu. Roommates from New Jersey are bad news. Tonsils are best when not in the throat.
I use Facebook. Do you fucking care?