- Mood:
Gloomy - Listening to: Poncho and lefty
- Reading: " Lucky"
- Watching: the flame
- Playing: with my Zippo lighter
- Eating: nothen smoken Marlboros...
- Drinking: Gatoraid/ a Little Jamison
I'd like to start out by saying thanks to thoughs here in michigan that pulled for me and helped me to atempt to find a job.The road has been rough and id almoast hate to see it slip away beith me, the 70MPH speedlimit, the good times and friends here passing like markers on the side of the road, nearly five months ive been up here and i feel that ive made life long friends in some, and in others ones left best forgotton.
Just two short days ago i had to make the hardest dessision ive had to made in a long time, and sadly it wasnt something as easy as a chocie of life or death. I had to make the decission to forgoe every thing i set foward for my self and leave, its not that I'm giving up entirely, I entend to come back once the economy rights itself. My hand was forced when i found out the house i live in is being sold, then that the house i had plans for is being condemed and torn down because no one wants to put the time into it to fix it and thoughs that do ( Joyce, Holly and myself) aparently dont matter. The plans are still sitting on my notebook there just being redrawn for another house the schematics i drew up for the rooms all of it is staying tucked away inside of the notebook untill its time for it to resurface.
I also had four months to think about , with a clear head, what whent on June 6th 2009. I will stick to the fact i did nothing wrong and it was a key example of why you allways listen to your gut even when you think it wont happen. Am i sorry? No, I got a friend whom is indespencabul , in Joyce,and a better girlfriend in,Holly then what Ive had in a long time and probly more then most including my self think i deserve. But the real reson Im not sorry is because when you have to make a "Public Apology" it makes you look like some one crying out to get the atention of the target audience, I have allways been one for being up front with apologys to people and i realy hope you arnt expecting one from me because i have nothing to apologize for exept over looking gut instinct. (And yes feel free to call me a hypocrit because i apologized for over looking something) But seriously what are you goingto do if i do apologize we both know its because Kriss has asked us both not to talk to her and your only apologizing to make your ends meet, so if i dont what are you gunna do write another "poem?"
On the 19th of November ill be enrout for home but i wont forget what others here have done for me,or to me. I will'nt forget the fact that here I may have only had two people standing beside me that could help me, but i had several here to push me foward. I'd like to thank Chris especaly because out of the people here at the house he was one of the few i could relate to on a wide span of terms.I also would like to thank Tony and Ashlee for opening there home to me and helping me as mutch as they could, Tim for being like a father to every one here and to jess for being the village idiot ( Cause we all need some one to make fun of and to drink and lagh with when times get rough) Some here didnt like me, but thats ok there just another statistic in a chart that keeps getting fresh ink on it with each year that passes I dont expect to be liked by every one, nor do i wish to be. This is the first time I have felt "at home" sence i left Arkansas back in January. Here i felt i had a world of my own knowing that even though i needed a job iwasnt hounded for money for the rent till close to the end, and that was only because things got tight for tony and with he and ashlee moven to Colurville (near Memphis) its not that suprize. Chris and Adem ,arguably the two coolest people ive lived with, have there futures up in the air for the same reson and i feel bad that i cant bring them with me. Chris may be moveing to england to be with a rather sweet gal he met over the net. Adem...well n ones sure what hes going to do, he hasnt even openly discussed it. Some are saying that hes going back into the Army, I wouldnt be suprised if he did two weeks from getting his ranger tabs and mid transfer to the 502nd PIR 101st airborne from the 82nd Airborne and he gets pulled out due to some doctors bad handling of a case. Otheres are saying hes going to move back to Rosebush or buy a house in Alpine. What ever happens i hope he gets it stright soon.
The house i had been wanting so bad to fix now rests in the back of my mind as a footnote of things that were stripped away from me befor i even got to start, but its a good example of even if somethings hopless theres some one that can still see potental.And i did, its a gourgious house but Joyces family is more conserned with beraiding themselves with the responsabilitys of there father. Its understandabul in alot of sences that the hosue needs to go, black mold has ifested the bacement and the house isnt "saveable" But in the same breath with enough work it is. People just cant see past the dollersigns.
The race track in Auburn is going to start rebuld some time next year sadly from what i hear the 3/8 mile dirt ovil in its center is the only thing being used leaving the 1 mile paved cource to its own devices. I hope they change there mind, id make the commute up to there to race, the long and wonderfuly made asphalt shows its misuse but i never belive that final nail is in the coffin on something like that is ever in till its done and burryed, cause unlike friendships,girlfriends and heartache speed is constant and brick,morter and asphalt are some of the truest friends you can ever know.
So now, sitting here in the earlymorning i stare at the screen and dont know what to write, the liquor and cigaretts arnt going to ever help there just there when no one elce can be the cigaretts give me a fog to lose my self in and the liquor gives me its warm embrase like somany i had back not so long ago but its familiar embrase its just a fleeting flicker of the warmth i truely want, so i down another shot and stare at my lightyer it says that its " Lucky" yet theres an ace of spades on the hand on its face. It like some lie to me and there faces give it away, but some can keep you entraped for life. The song that plays ever so softly as of late for some reson has been "Poncho and Lefty" Damned good song itll make ya tear up if you know the real message in it. ITs nothing thath as to be explaned its there in the words. Maby its the liquor i started drinking when i got down to this last section, Jameson is some strong stuff,and it gives you the kinda warmth that warents killing the bottle to feel like a sin because with the bottle the warmth dies and you left back to the cold realitys of life. Im not a clouded minded drinker, hell i reccon i think strighter with a shot in me but thats just my opention,the menthol in the cigarets reminds me of mint it makes me remeber highschool had the time of my life back in thoughs days popping TicTacs its to bad its the time of my life id like to forget, i made alot of mistakes back then that i cant right now and letting go of what I held dearest to a child is part of it, Kriss was right and i know it, i shouldnt have dated her cause dating some one who though physicly wasnt realy a child but mentaly is isnt right cause ya cant expect nothing from them... but then again when what your looking for is just the right spark and some one that in some ways scares ya you land yourself in that situation. , wont never apologize. If theres one thing ican say for her, is that with out her around I never would have met Holly or Joyce, nor would i have gone to a race after being chosen over by friends she saw every day. had i not gone to that race i dont think that i would have awoken to the racing scean like i did. I forgot how mutch i had missed it. Being able to stand there at the fence and feel the raw power encased and seperated from me by the wall was a great rush, made my heart beat faster then what she ever could have. Just wasnt the right spark, but i guess ill put her name some were on a quarter pannel were it can be roughed up and rubbed away just like how real life dose things.
Life gets started,gets rough and gets gone.
So now ill write my final sign off from another state till later my friends.
Stay on the throttle and never let your [former]co driver do any thing but navigate, for the opossems sake.
Dasvidanya,
KElevra