Why not every day?
Are you so afraid?
What will people say?I was amazed to hear from my friend Dalin last week. I was at my folk’s house, picking up some more of my stuff (and man, are they ever chomping at the bit to get it all out so they can turn my room into a library), when she called. Remember, when last I mentioned her, the fact that she was a lesbian and living with her girlfriend? Well, she’s married now. Has been for two weeks. She and her girlfriend apparently broke up on Xmas eve when they had a big fight and Dalin got drunk and ended up in bed with her co-worker. Dalin’s always been a bit impetuous.
Of course, I promptly lost her phone number and address as soon as I got back to the apartment, so I have no way of contacting her. I’m lucky that way.
My mother’s driving down to Norfolk today, by herself, and getting a hotel room. She didn’t learn how to drive until she was 36, and she’s always been terrified of driving on the interstate. She’s calling this a ‘rite of passage’ and thinks it will be very liberating. She’s only gone on road trips with me or my father, with one of us driving. My father, on the other hand, is terrified. He thinks she’ll be dragged out of the car and raped, or taken advantage of in the hotel room. I don’t think he understands that no-one could take advantage of my mother. It’s like trying take advantage of a rabid pit-bull.
I found one of my old diaries in the move. All this time, it had been in between my mattresses, where I never thought to look. I was actually amused by one of the entries where I discussed my reasons for wanting to play bass in a punk band (in all this time, it has remained a mystery to me). Apparently, I was inspired by a dream about Sid Vicious. That’s so sad.
It’s a nice day here. I think I’m going to go outside instead of sitting in front of this computer during my lunch hour. The cherry blossoms will be in bloom soon.
I can see your eyes
I can see your brain
Baby nothing’s changed
