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How is it that late December feels like spring? Even after living in Alabama for five years, I'm still not used to the weather here. It's 70, then 40, then 18 and back up to 82. Keeps me on my toes.
I got back from my trip to montgomery yesterday, it wasn't too bad. There were some really funny moments on xmas eve. I gave my dad an antique lighter and he wanted to fill it up with fluid to see how well it worked. He was pouring the fluid into the bottom of the lighter and some fluid leaked out of the top and drenched most of his hand. Dad didn't really notice or care, I guess and he filled it with fluid and tried to light it. Well, his hand caught fire, and after the initial reaction of "Holy shit my father is ablaze!" I began to laugh hysterically. Now, I know you're thinking that I must be a real sick fuck for laughing at an old man on fire, but he wasn't hurt. My dad started laughing after he put himself out. I haven't seen anything quite that funny in a long time.
There were no epic screaming matches amongst the family, as those tend to happen to be when all four of us are together for too long. I know I wasn't around anyone long enough to start anything. I was kind of shuffled around from place to place. "Get what you need and let's go," was a common phrase. My visit came at a bad time. Work schedules and such are beyond my control. It's not like I really have a place back in montgomery. I've been gone for a year and a half. No one there really cares about me anymore and I don't really care about most of them. I'm not trying to be malicious. I'm just being honest. I would hope that people I was once aquainted with from my high school years would have changed and moved on by now. I can't imagine not changing since leaving high school. On the other hand, returning to a place and group of people who only know you from that simpler time, such as high school, is comforting. I recalled the good times with old friends as if I was living them at that very moment. Although I loved those people and the crazy shit we did together, I can't live in that mindset. It feels good to be home.
I got back from my trip to montgomery yesterday, it wasn't too bad. There were some really funny moments on xmas eve. I gave my dad an antique lighter and he wanted to fill it up with fluid to see how well it worked. He was pouring the fluid into the bottom of the lighter and some fluid leaked out of the top and drenched most of his hand. Dad didn't really notice or care, I guess and he filled it with fluid and tried to light it. Well, his hand caught fire, and after the initial reaction of "Holy shit my father is ablaze!" I began to laugh hysterically. Now, I know you're thinking that I must be a real sick fuck for laughing at an old man on fire, but he wasn't hurt. My dad started laughing after he put himself out. I haven't seen anything quite that funny in a long time.
There were no epic screaming matches amongst the family, as those tend to happen to be when all four of us are together for too long. I know I wasn't around anyone long enough to start anything. I was kind of shuffled around from place to place. "Get what you need and let's go," was a common phrase. My visit came at a bad time. Work schedules and such are beyond my control. It's not like I really have a place back in montgomery. I've been gone for a year and a half. No one there really cares about me anymore and I don't really care about most of them. I'm not trying to be malicious. I'm just being honest. I would hope that people I was once aquainted with from my high school years would have changed and moved on by now. I can't imagine not changing since leaving high school. On the other hand, returning to a place and group of people who only know you from that simpler time, such as high school, is comforting. I recalled the good times with old friends as if I was living them at that very moment. Although I loved those people and the crazy shit we did together, I can't live in that mindset. It feels good to be home.