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The Coffee Cartel Poetry readings (Tuesday nights at 8) are so fun. There are young adults and older folk, all sharing their experiences and thoughts in poetic form. Tattooed and pierced and wrinkled skinned poets offer out words of wisdom or of personal, emotional significance ... words of anger, words of death, words of love, words of God, words of atheism, together. Normalcy and the offbeat join hands. Unity.
Afterwards, I was walking to my car and I heard someone call out. I kept walking, thinking he was addressing someone near me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face one of the younger poets ... the one who read too much poetry (most of which wasn't his own), the one wrote a poem about falling in love with some woman he saw once while driving by a bus stop. "Are you over 21?" he asked. "No," I said. He turned back as I continued to my car. Nice to know that I look like I MIGHT be 21 ... perhaps I now only have a 50% chance of getting carded at the Comedy and Magic Club in Hermosa Beach.
I'm glad I went alone tonight. I know that it wasn't a gigantic feat to do something by myself, but it's doing new stuff like this on my own (without my parents' help or permission) that helps me feel independent and hopeful that someday I'll be able to wiggle out of my family's grasp.
Afterwards, I was walking to my car and I heard someone call out. I kept walking, thinking he was addressing someone near me. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face one of the younger poets ... the one who read too much poetry (most of which wasn't his own), the one wrote a poem about falling in love with some woman he saw once while driving by a bus stop. "Are you over 21?" he asked. "No," I said. He turned back as I continued to my car. Nice to know that I look like I MIGHT be 21 ... perhaps I now only have a 50% chance of getting carded at the Comedy and Magic Club in Hermosa Beach.
I'm glad I went alone tonight. I know that it wasn't a gigantic feat to do something by myself, but it's doing new stuff like this on my own (without my parents' help or permission) that helps me feel independent and hopeful that someday I'll be able to wiggle out of my family's grasp.