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
