More than Family
Haven’t seen my folks in years. In fact it takes an effort to remember when I last visited home. Which makes living away from my cousin Valencio even harder since he was all the family I really needed in my trails out of the nest. It’s funny come to think of it…we always talked about leaving the nest for warmer pastures…and one day he just got up and left to Dubai.
Temperature in Dubai right now? 25 Degrees Celsius.
Warm enough I say. Meanwhile Shawninho escaped to Newfoundland, where he’s been making his bread and somehow managing to give it away at the same time. No one said life was easy, but family makes it worth it in the end. Not one day goes without recapping the various shenanigans we went through, from the famed Rookie Cop anecdote to the various stories resonating the numerous characters we have come across. From T-Hawk to Mad Mel, from Fr. T to T. “But I Am The Road” J.
Our dog Lucky at home is pretty much a prima donna. In fact I’m not even sure if Lucky is a straight up dog or a bitch. Maybe we should have called him Lucy…but love him or hate him at times that dog has been a huge help in times when the family has been down and out. Because he was always there to listen to you bitch and moan about how shitty your life is. I don’t quite think he disagrees too…I mean, imagine the life of a dog…you get fed at regular intervals and you get to shit wherever you want and have someone else clean it up for you. But then again if you have to sit and listen to someone crap on you about their problems I guess a dog needs those perks.
My MSN has been down and out for the past week and it’s hampered any conversation with my cousin which in turn can get very depressing as no one else here is on the same level. No one. I have yet to come across someone who I can talk to and say, “You know what mate, you get exactly what I’m saying and what I want to say, you understand where I’m coming from and you and I are on the same level”. People here are so fickle its ridiculous. The drinking culture is all well and good, but for fuck’s sakes do something with your lives other than wear stupid clothes to go out, dance like you’re having seizures and use such weak game on each other it’s like a wank version of Keys to the VIP.
I’m going back to the roots of this blog: ranting on society.
Newfoundland has been good to me. It’s given me a chance to live my life the way I want to, and at the same time flirting with all things that make us grow in body, mind and spirit. Being broke, being hungry, being in love, out of love, and doing things that require consequential reactions. For better or for worse I have made this place my home. Warmer pastures?
Temperature in St. John’s: 0 Degrees Celsius
…Sounds about right.
~ GS
About a Girl
There was this girl I used to know.
There was this girl I used to love.
I thought we had a future as bright as the sky with the sun at its zenith. We were in love. Or so we thought we were. They say fate drives forces to meet. Perhaps destiny drives forces apart. She was the ying to my yang and the butter to my scotch. Or so I thought. Not one day went without me thinking of her. Not one day went without me waiting to go home to talk to her.
Her hair smelled of freshly bloomed flowers. Her skin was warm to the touch, smooth like cream. Her eyes glowed to me in the dark, the only light in my life at that time. Or so I thought. We made love carelessly simply because our love was careless. We loved each other with raw emotion. Simply because in essence, we were raw in spirit. We found each other when we were lost. We lost each other eventually when we found the world.
Sometimes we used to go for a walk. Sometimes we walked the opposite direction. In time we grew apart. In time perhaps we were meant to be apart. Yet not one day goes without me somehow…deep inside…in the bowels of my heart…believe that we can meet again and ignite those flames. Or so I think. Even though the better half of me screams for reason. Eventually it will win itself out.
She was my everything. And everything was her. Or so I thought. I pick up my guitar [oh! my gentle slave]. I come up with some well-meaning chords. But when pen meets paper all I draw is her name.
Yea.
I had a thing for a girl once. And I had a shot at her. And I took that shot.
Not one day goes without me asking myself if I made a mistake. Wondering out aloud why I did whatever it is I did to contribute to the degradation of our love. Not one day goes by without me thinking about her.
But now I can barely remember her face. What she looks like.
She’s just gone.
And she’s never…coming back. And now all I can think about is the memories.
Memories about a Girl.
~ GS
ps: Don’t let love get you so down mate…every corner throws you a surprise. Take life for what it is worth and believe in yourself. Love yourself.
