Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Chapter the first

Dear Diary

Todays story is chock full of fun and scary and wonderful things.

It's about a boy falling in love with another boy.

It's about first steps taken that end up radically shifting the direction that your life is heading.

Its about the joy of discovering real music for the first time and being transported out of your head into places where it doesn't matter who you are because every song was written just for you.

It's about your first real road trip; from deliberating for hours over the road music mix, all the way to driving home in the middle of the night with everyone exhausted and blissed out from the ferocity of being alive and invincible and doing whatever the fuck you want.

It's about discovering people who are just like you and falling in love with your first real friends and then losing them all because you went and fucked it all up.

And drugs, lots and lots of candy colored world warping binge eating inducing drugs.

Our story begins in the little town diner called Chili Time that was known for its wonderful crinkle cut french fries smothered in real shredded cheddar cheese, not that fake melted velveeta shit. If you were cool you ordered your cheese fries with ranch dressing instead of ketchup, if you were the bees fucking knees you ordered them extra crispy too. Some of the weirder folks would order them upside down so they could eat the fries first and then have nothing but almost fried, but totally melted cheese soaked in the tastiest grease, you could cut that shit with a fork and your mouth would realize that the game had just changed forever.

Our hero was 17 and just like Pee Wee fucking Herman he was a loner Dottie. A rebel. He lived on the wrong side of the tracks and in his case there were a very literal set of tracks to be lived on the wrong side of.

He was just coming off his last identity crisis in which he envisioned himself the next Sid Vicious. He still had the nasty razor bumps from the wonderful disaster that had been a Mohawk his last truly bad influence friend had said would be sooo cool. Turns out it really wasn't that cool at all, it made his head break out in all sorts of really not hot ways and boy fucking howdy the kids at school laughed their asses off. Fuck it though right, punk rock was all about scorning what others thought, anarchy rules baby.

There is a very good chance that he was wearing a pleather jacket with safety pins inserted all over it, there were probably lots of studs sewn in as well. Studs were the bomb, you could get them in all different shapes and sizes, little blunt ones all the way up to poke your fucking eyes out pointy. He wouldn't have been able to afford Doc Martens yet so he was probably wearing a pair of converse.

He loved his converse, he went through so many pairs of them, just wore them until they died. He loved all the different colors, he didn't have a favorite, he would wear em all. There was even a period when he wore mismatched colors. He of course did not realize until much later that a little girl by the name of Punky fucking Brewster had already explored this fashion no mans land. Oddly and quite luckily no one ever seemed to draw the connection between our little wanna be punk rocker and the other mammarily gifted juvenile punk rocker from the 80's.

He may have been wearing his favorite t-shirt, a ratty Megadeth shirt with an illustrated skeleton doing something horrible to someone probably undeserving. The shirt had started out it's life as his older much fucking cooler sisters. As happened more than a few times he borrowed (stole) the shirt and just kept it until she stopped asking for it back, it probably smelled weird by then. He had to have been wearing pants but he didn't really pay much attention to pants, although in retrospect we can really fucking hope he wasn't wearing anything stone washed, sigh, he probably fucking was though.

On this fateful day when he stood at the crossroads he didn't even realize that he was making a decision whose consequence would still be felt for many years to come.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Dear Funny Diary

Writing prompt- A clean sock mistakenly placed in the hamper

God dammit they did it again! Here I am stuck in this god forsaken hamper with all the cool clothes who get to go out in the world and see things! But not me, nope I just get tossed onto the pile without ever getting to do anything at all.

Its gonna be another plunge through the allergen free my ass washer and then a prolonged stay in the skin melting, moisture sucking dryer which always makes me feel small when its done.

Are they so stupid that they cant even tell the difference between a clean sock and a dirty one? I watch him, he picks up all of the other socks and smells them. I see the look of disgust on his face when he finds one that is still dirty. He smells and grimaces and then shrugs his potato like shoulders and puts it on anyway!. And then he spies me and tosses me away like yesterdays curry.

I am still clean! I wail and gnash my little sock teeth at you!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Dear Delightful Diary

Todays topic is reinventing yourself or in this case myself.

I got to thinking today or yesterday that it would be cool to reinvent myself. That probably sounds weird or new agey. why not be cool with who I am right? But what if I could be better than who I am now? what if with a few changes I could change how I see myself and how other folks see me, for the better of course, although I have thought about what it would be like to be a total fucking asshole. it would be very strange to be one of those people, you know the motherfuckers that just suck but seem to excel and get everything they want, and no one can figure it out. thats weird, ok that was digressing, I dont wanna be an asshat.

What if I could take the shit that I already like about myself and add some stuff here and there and take the stuff that I dont think fits with me and wingo bingo bongo presto there is a shiny new me. that would be cool right? it almost feels like your selling myself out though which is weird because I believe that almost everything about us is learned from our envioronment.

How much of who and what I am is actually something that I conciously said hey this sounds good lets add it to the big red fucking toolbox that is me? I would be willing to wager that the majority of who I be is just shit that was taught to me over the years. stuff I picked up from the family, school, friends, TV, books and movies. I think overall I am a pretty kick ass person but really what if I stopped and looked at me and said hey I dont need that anymore lets put this in instead.

This all sounds weird im sure and probably self centered and assy. but what if we flip it around a bit and look at it from the perspective of the danger bean who just puked all over my chest. when hes looking up at me with his most beautiful baby blue eyes and saying everything is all good daddy I dont care who you are I love you anyway. dont I owe it to the little bastard to be the very bestest me I can find? even if that means changing some things that might seem to be inherently me?

I guess we could look at it from a relationship point of view as well. say you are totally in love with someone and you are all oh i love you sooo much i would do anything for you. and the other person is all I love you so much too but could you just change a wee bit so I can love you more.
well thats a big fucking quandry isnt it. they love YOU but they need you to change who you are so they can continue loving you. I think there is a good chance that if you love said person enough you are willing to make the change they want, even if it hurts and feels a bit like you are destroying what makes you you.

Ok I think I at least convinced myself that making changes is a good thing. but what the fuck do you change? Do I make a big long list of things I like and want to keep and then make the opposite list of things I dont like about me and want to get rid of? Then I have to make another list of things that I wish I had. haha I wish I could fly plus I want xray vision so I can see everyones boobies. I would have to make that third list realistic I suppose but where do I find things I want to add? I could read ghandis biography and pull shit from who he is and add it to me. or I could read hitlers bio and just do the opposite of everything.
ok that is enough for now, I will try those lists and see what I find, it should be fun and enlightening.