Posts Tagged ‘home’
this picture was taken at the beginning of our quarter life crisis. i was living in boston and i rented a car to meet her at laguardia. at this point we’ve known each other for thirteen years, i love her dearly and she’s still as weird as she was when we went through our teen years. i could count on one hand all the people i kept in touch with from high school and no matter what state we’re living in we always manage to come visit. ironically on the day i flew home to surprise my mum i got an invitation to go a party at the home of my first love and an accomplice of ours.
once upon a time sweet caroline came over to spend the night on a school night. my parents were in las vegas so in order to get around my grandma we had to sneak out the laundry room window. the first time we tried it we got caught. when we knew she was asleep i turned off the alarm and we walked out the door, down the block to my first love’s piece of shit car with no muffler. hours later carrie’s dealer boyfriend gets a page from her mom. by the time dawn came we decided we were going to skip the first half of the day and go in at lunch but that turned into camping out in barns and showers together for the next three. everyone thought we ran away. the cops were searching for us within the first twelve hours, the principle tracking down work sites, questioning friends, and my parents caught the next flight out of sin city. we had to escape out the back door of a house and hop over fences and graves to get in the backseat of our accomplice’s mustang because carrie’s dad had staked out the place. he saw us flea and we ended up in a high speed chase down dirt roads but he couldn’t keep up because our driver believed he was speed racer.
now back at home the driver and my first love are living happily never after ironically sharing an apartment together. a few years ago the doctor’s told carrie that she would never have children so she said fuck birth control and being careful. she was always the one who wanted to have a bunch of babies. one night we went to mcdonalds after vicodin cocktails and she dumped her diet coke out the passenger window so she’d have something to throw up in before we even left the drive thu. two days later she called and said she had a bun in the oven. eighteen months ago she gave birth to a beautiful boy named evan and i flew to manhattan.
today i am staying in my bed where i’m safe and warm because its freezing outside, fucking cold and windy. i am so greatful that i have a roof over my head and i don’t lug around my suitcase looking for somebody’s couch to sleep on. it was not easy being a gypsy. they say that home is where the heart is but my house has burnt down and i was left in the ashes. i got lazy but i suppose it was not all my fault. i just didn’t feel like sifting through them hoping i could find something that has already turned into dust. so i walked away and i left the mess for them to attend to and i haven’t looked back since. i should ring them more often and be a better friend by staying in touch but i’ve never been great at following up. if only i had thought to call them instead of thinking about calling somebody i shouldn’t. i lost that skeleton key and my black book is locked in a box at the top of a closet.