Something Eloquent

For your approval, some­thing about myself.

I’m not really very inter­est­ing though. I’m also ter­rible at remem­ber­ing details. My past is a haze really, a few points stand out but the details and events lead­ing to those points are clouded and eph­em­eral. It’s tough to tell a story that has noth­ing but a couple of cli­maxes with no back story, build-up, or dénoue­ment. I sup­pose I could invent the filler.

I had fin­ished my last grave­yard on Friday morn­ing. I stayed awake for the rest of the day on Friday, but I was exhausted, so I can’t recall much of it. I went to bed around 9:00 a.m. and woke up in the morn­ing on Saturday ready to put up with another day. I wasn’t very happy were I was liv­ing. Brian and I make bet­ter friends than room­mates for each other. The house was a mess and I wasn’t going to clean it. Instead, I watched tele­vi­sion. Or maybe I played video games. Either way I was doing a great job of being a lazy slob. I was a smoker, I ate noth­ing but junk food, fast food, or some bas­tard com­bin­a­tion of the two. I was prob­ably a good fif­teen or twenty pounds heav­ier than I am now. I was con­tinu­ally leth­ar­gic, had a nasty smokers cough, and was prone to illness.

As was my usual routine then, I drove out to my Nanny’s house to see if she wanted

to go to the gro­cery store with me, or just give me a list of things to pick up. I think that day there was just a short list: Four loaves of brown bread, and a big jar of may­on­naise. I retrieved the items and sat for a little visit. I would some­times have a cup of herb tea while I was vis­it­ing, along with a few cigarettes.

After vis­it­ing Nanny, I went over to my parent’s house to hang out, maybe even score some din­ner. There wasn’t much going on at the homestead though, so I went back into town. Before going home I stopped by Timmy Ho’s for a dozen dough­nuts and an extra large triple-triple, plus another for Brian, if he was home he would want it. He was, and he did. We played some more video games after­wards. Eventually we got bored.

The logical course of action at this point was to go see what Sam and Aaron were up to. Not sur­pris­ingly they were up to pretty much the same, except instead of video games, they were watch­ing every epis­ode of Sex in the City. I was kind of get­ting in to it when Brian sug­ges­ted we go to the bar. I didn’t really want to, but he said “trust me,” so of course, I had to at least give it a chance. When Brian says those two words the rusults are either cata­strophic or frick­ing awesome.

This was the day that I met Lindsay. I’m glad Brian dragged me to the bar that Saturday. And I’m glad that Lindsay has a friend that did the same. My routine has shif­ted greatly for the better.