Somewhere on the long stretch of 95 around 10 in the morning…
“A penny for your thoughts?” she asks
“Oh, just thinking about the last few years, and the people”
She looks over from the driver’s seat, smiles, and holds my hand tighter.
Another trip for the books. It was exactly what I needed this summer. I accomplished what I set out to do, and I went back to my roots. And I’ve learned to respect where I came from, but not to dwell on it. Wherever I am, I am still Fig.
To all the brodels out there: werd. A special thanks to Bean and his family for allowing me to crash with them for two months. And I can’t leave out Sovs, John, P, and the rest of the Kevin Basement band (now that I mentioned them, maybe bean and muller will actually read this). While I am no longer a regular of the group, it’s nice to know that I can come back and fit back in again. While that part of my life is over, I have a feeling that I will be back again. Not in the same fashions that I have known, but yet in many ways I have never left. Much love and respect to everyone out there.
The drive back was not bad at all. I did the first 7 hour stretch, hitting two traffic jams due to lane closures, a tunnel that smelled of rotten snatch, a car flipped over, and tropical storm alex. Around 4am Megan took the wheel. I took it over again somewhere…then she took the final leg into St Auggie.
“Holding you close is like holding the summer sun. I’m warm from the memories of days to come.”
Back a few days to the Fig BBQ, which rocked some fuckin ass. I don’t remember too much of it, but that’s what makes it amazing. The best story from that night is Rob passed out in john’s bathroom. I love that man, in a purely platonic way. And while according to Bob, Rob and I had a serious conversation while intoxicated. And all I remember is that rob is correct, it is “about fucking time.”
“Oh, just thinking about the last few years, and the people”
She looks over from the driver’s seat, smiles, and holds my hand tighter.
Another trip for the books. It was exactly what I needed this summer. I accomplished what I set out to do, and I went back to my roots. And I’ve learned to respect where I came from, but not to dwell on it. Wherever I am, I am still Fig.
To all the brodels out there: werd. A special thanks to Bean and his family for allowing me to crash with them for two months. And I can’t leave out Sovs, John, P, and the rest of the Kevin Basement band (now that I mentioned them, maybe bean and muller will actually read this). While I am no longer a regular of the group, it’s nice to know that I can come back and fit back in again. While that part of my life is over, I have a feeling that I will be back again. Not in the same fashions that I have known, but yet in many ways I have never left. Much love and respect to everyone out there.
The drive back was not bad at all. I did the first 7 hour stretch, hitting two traffic jams due to lane closures, a tunnel that smelled of rotten snatch, a car flipped over, and tropical storm alex. Around 4am Megan took the wheel. I took it over again somewhere…then she took the final leg into St Auggie.
“Holding you close is like holding the summer sun. I’m warm from the memories of days to come.”
Back a few days to the Fig BBQ, which rocked some fuckin ass. I don’t remember too much of it, but that’s what makes it amazing. The best story from that night is Rob passed out in john’s bathroom. I love that man, in a purely platonic way. And while according to Bob, Rob and I had a serious conversation while intoxicated. And all I remember is that rob is correct, it is “about fucking time.”