It’s 1990. I live in the tiny back room at my Grandpa’s for the time being. The room that you could get to by climbing up the back servant’s hallway off the kitchen. The room with the electric organ that I used to mess around with when I was a little kid, before things got so serious.
Being such a giant house, man- that room was cold! I’m reunited with my family after abandoning them that night to take solace with the Travers. Sometime’s I think I’ll never forgive myself for that. Inviting another family into our personal business. I’ll never forget Lauri’s mom giving my mom a hug in the Traver kitchen, and it had an unfortunate stink of pity to it. My mom is stronger than anyone I know, and she didn’t need anyone’s pity. Even moreso a testament to her strength was the fact she just let it go. I put her in that position and she responded gracefully, as always.
I’ve got a lame ass boom box on which I listen to the Cure or Depeche Mode. I cry sometimes. Sometimes I go to the mall instead—for God’s sake, I’m only 16. Sometimes before bed, I lean against the wall heater- one of those big grates you only see in an old house like that. It warms my back and I think it all might just be a great adventure for a minute. Didn’t I always want to live at Grandpa’s after all?
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