Marc
Non-religious gospel from/for disbelievers.
I didn't get a new tattoo this weekend - no surprise there (and sorry Jen). I've been talking it up now for weeks and months, but still have yet to produce results. Even have the new design in my back pocket. Only a slight alteration to it (to take out the effect of crosses showing through) and I'll have a band to get inked. But, I'm lazy. Maybe I'll use the roommates' bill checks, cash 'em, and head down to the shop.
I did spend a glorious weekend in Kankakee with the family. I love living on my own, but I also love going back home for short bursts. The parents are free with the money and help (ie- restaurants, car waxings, and obligatory $20's). My Dad gives me a Double-Deuce-spot every time I leave home for school. Has been for the past five years now. And he still does it in secret from my Mom, who knows full well that he does it. I think it's HIlarious.
Also spent a whole lot of time at the Kankakee bars, spending various amounts of time with various numbers of people that I hadn't seen for varying lengths of times (some a few weeks - others more than a few years). My first friend in the world (from ages 2 to 12) is engaged, and gainfully employed. Many others were brandishing engagement rings and promises of invitations, which floored me both nights I went out. Kankakee's a blue-collar town, I'd say. Most everyone that I talked to up there had some kind of job (mostly cabling/phone company or electrician's union work) and planned on tying the knot to the ol' highschool sweetheart within the next year or two. It amazes me that I have no part in this type of life, though I grew up with these people, spent years going to school with them, and know so intimately the town we all grew up in. It was a great weekend, on all accounts. I was happy to see them all, and I was happy to hear that most of them were doing well, but I just felt so strangely detached from everyone I talked to.
[not that this is a bad thing, or that they made me feel weird, b/c I didn't - more like Robin Williams in Deconstructing Harry - I felt out of focus - they all had things mapped out, which is fine for some people, but not for me - I'd rather go whither I will]
Non-religious gospel from/for disbelievers.
I didn't get a new tattoo this weekend - no surprise there (and sorry Jen). I've been talking it up now for weeks and months, but still have yet to produce results. Even have the new design in my back pocket. Only a slight alteration to it (to take out the effect of crosses showing through) and I'll have a band to get inked. But, I'm lazy. Maybe I'll use the roommates' bill checks, cash 'em, and head down to the shop.
I did spend a glorious weekend in Kankakee with the family. I love living on my own, but I also love going back home for short bursts. The parents are free with the money and help (ie- restaurants, car waxings, and obligatory $20's). My Dad gives me a Double-Deuce-spot every time I leave home for school. Has been for the past five years now. And he still does it in secret from my Mom, who knows full well that he does it. I think it's HIlarious.
Also spent a whole lot of time at the Kankakee bars, spending various amounts of time with various numbers of people that I hadn't seen for varying lengths of times (some a few weeks - others more than a few years). My first friend in the world (from ages 2 to 12) is engaged, and gainfully employed. Many others were brandishing engagement rings and promises of invitations, which floored me both nights I went out. Kankakee's a blue-collar town, I'd say. Most everyone that I talked to up there had some kind of job (mostly cabling/phone company or electrician's union work) and planned on tying the knot to the ol' highschool sweetheart within the next year or two. It amazes me that I have no part in this type of life, though I grew up with these people, spent years going to school with them, and know so intimately the town we all grew up in. It was a great weekend, on all accounts. I was happy to see them all, and I was happy to hear that most of them were doing well, but I just felt so strangely detached from everyone I talked to.
[not that this is a bad thing, or that they made me feel weird, b/c I didn't - more like Robin Williams in Deconstructing Harry - I felt out of focus - they all had things mapped out, which is fine for some people, but not for me - I'd rather go whither I will]
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