It's been a while because what I've been doing is working and gallavanting in the streets of Carrollton, rediscovering it and making money off of them...them being the people in the general area. I've taken in too much and written about nothing because I've been trying to find a way to just express it all without just spilling it all out. But as I'm not a poet, that is highly unlikely!
But we've got to start somewhere, right? It's either that or let everything shrivvel up and die and never be known.
But last night was amazing. I had nothing to do and I literally scraped up some entertainment with my buddy Paul who I ran into at Gallery Row. We have an interesting history, I think.
Paul:
I was sitting at my desk in first period drawing. The kids were making friends and, through sneaky glimpses, I noticed the back of some kid's head who had so much hair gel that if one were to smack it too hard, it would break like glass. He was sitting alone too. He turned around and looked at my drawing, a comic strip, and asked sharply, "What're YOU doing?" The front of his hair was flipped to the side, but somehow the back maintained it's still, glassy position. His nose was sprinked with freckles and he rolled his eyes at me. He took the comic and read it and laughed.
"What IS this?" he demanded. I told him about the comic featuring the gay dinosaur, Brontis.
"Brooontis? What kind of name is that for a dinosaur??" I couldn't tell him, I had made it up.
Paul turned out to be that kid with the glass hair. He played trombone and he and his friend Josh Jones loved to pick on me and Brontis. To this day.
"I can't believe that you drew a comic about a GAY dinosaur in SEVENTH GRADE!" Paul, now sitting with me at this Italian-themed bar in Carrollton, taunted me still. His hair is still glassy but a new cut this time finally; still the pretty freckled kid, this time with a martini. His friend was with him, Tay, drinking a bud light, alienated, looking away at the floor or something as Paul and I reminisced about people we hated in school. It seemed so far away, but it was last night. I love nights like those, the one on ones, even if you're with several other people.
Geesh I give up for now. I'm such a naughty blogger. And lazy, by god.
But we've got to start somewhere, right? It's either that or let everything shrivvel up and die and never be known.
But last night was amazing. I had nothing to do and I literally scraped up some entertainment with my buddy Paul who I ran into at Gallery Row. We have an interesting history, I think.
Paul:
I was sitting at my desk in first period drawing. The kids were making friends and, through sneaky glimpses, I noticed the back of some kid's head who had so much hair gel that if one were to smack it too hard, it would break like glass. He was sitting alone too. He turned around and looked at my drawing, a comic strip, and asked sharply, "What're YOU doing?" The front of his hair was flipped to the side, but somehow the back maintained it's still, glassy position. His nose was sprinked with freckles and he rolled his eyes at me. He took the comic and read it and laughed.
"What IS this?" he demanded. I told him about the comic featuring the gay dinosaur, Brontis.
"Brooontis? What kind of name is that for a dinosaur??" I couldn't tell him, I had made it up.
Paul turned out to be that kid with the glass hair. He played trombone and he and his friend Josh Jones loved to pick on me and Brontis. To this day.
"I can't believe that you drew a comic about a GAY dinosaur in SEVENTH GRADE!" Paul, now sitting with me at this Italian-themed bar in Carrollton, taunted me still. His hair is still glassy but a new cut this time finally; still the pretty freckled kid, this time with a martini. His friend was with him, Tay, drinking a bud light, alienated, looking away at the floor or something as Paul and I reminisced about people we hated in school. It seemed so far away, but it was last night. I love nights like those, the one on ones, even if you're with several other people.
Geesh I give up for now. I'm such a naughty blogger. And lazy, by god.
posted by Anisa @ 11:34 AM
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