Summer Vacation

Wow, they go quickly now don't they? I mean without school to keep these months in perspective summer kind of gets lost in the mix. Nowadays June through September is more of a mental vacation, a state of mind...here's what I learned this time around.

You can take a trip without leaving your house. Shit, you can take a trip without leaving your sofa. I thank DDMV and King Phillip for this.

Most summer blockbusters are forgettable. I know I saw most of them this year but I can't recall what they are. Police Academy 1 through 4 however is burned in my mind forever.

That first day ages ago when you left the house with no jacket on was magical. I myself thought I'd never forget it. I've forgotten it already and the days are getting shorter again.

Eczema Dihidrosis sucks. I would never wish it on anyone. It robbed me of a month of my life. And not just any month, but a summer month.

Insurance plans suck. Prescriptions cost more than I make. And little jars of cream are actually filled with gold. They must be because they're so damn expensive.

Heart attacks are good for missing a few days of work and that's about all.
Hospitals, which can be eerily quiet are the hardest places to sleep in.
Also, my gown was open in the back the whole time, and though I enjoyed the breeze, the staff did not enjoy the view.

Friends. Friends you may have forgotten about or taken for granted will visit you in a hospitals. Others will not. Enough about hospitals.

I learned Bukowski is my favorite author. Mainly because of prose like this :
after you've pulled off the tablecloth with
the full plate of food
and broken the windows
and rung the bells of
idiots
and have
spoken true and terrible
words
and have
chased the mob through the
doorway--
then comes the great and
peaceful moment: sitting alone
and
pouring that quiet drink.

The world is better without
them.

only the plants and the animals are
true comrades.

I drink to them and with
them.

they wait as I fill their glasses.

**Over the summer I passed this knowledge to a ticket taker at a theater. I hope he never forgets it. I hope he looks up Bukowski**

Teenagers are idiots. Especially the ones that take the air out of your car tires.

Love can be whimsical, love is ephemeral. Love can be permanent, love is dangerous. Love is summer, love is fear in the winter. Love is still problematic for me.
Love knocks me
D
O
W
N

That's about as poetic as I get.

Most people with Rv's and Mobile Homes tow Saturns. Why?

Wilco, Loose Fur, Golden Smog, Uncle Tupelo and Sunvolt are all connected and they're all awesome.

When you rent a house somewhere you've never been before with your best friends it's hard to not have a good time. Even if you sit inside playing video games. Let the steak air out son.

Most cities don't compare to New York. I'm sorry, it's true and I've been testing it out.

However, Baltimore is the only place in the world I've been where I've seen a beautiful girl on the street and then seen her naked a short while later.

Free Concerts = Free Swag

In some circles, I have the smallest hips possible.

Myspace doesn't work for me, but sometimes some people can find true love.

I've learned I'm too young to be a curmudgeon.

If you eat your lunch in an empty office you can hear what your coworkers say about you. And, if you read their emails you can find out who is pregnant.

I can't row a boat to save my life. Come to think of it, I can't row a boat to save the lives of others.

Rain, cops and bench tickets have the potential to ruin a camping trip, but if I lighten up things aren't so bad.

Soup is a meal. And I can probably eat more of it than most people.

If she's wearing a giant plastic rainbow ring, she's a lesbian. Trust me.

Sometimes, things with an ex aren't as cool or as far back in your mind as you would like to think. Especially when they hate you.

To thy own self be true. Or, at the very least be as true as you can to the ideals that the most important person in your life has set for you.

If you see something, say something. If you wait it may be too late. Or worse, no one may be listening.

Some old friends are like herpes they never go away. First they stalk you in their Monte Carlo then they ambush you at the barber shop.

If I had to shit or get off the pot, I'd probably get off the pot.

My sister can never seem to buy me t shirts that fit. Hrmpphhh.

If someone says they're going upstairs to "find a shirt" or "take a shit", chances are they're going to bed and they're done for the rest of the night.

I like storms. I like to stay up during a storm.

I asked my mom what she thought of the summer, she said it was a terrible summer. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She was a fan of the croc hunter.