We’ll all flost on alright.
March 29, 2008
Ah Petaluma, what odd nostalgia. What a strange place to be a teenager. I suppose all places are odd to be a teenager though. It felt good and strange to be back but made me feel better knowing I was just visiting. I didn’t get to see all the people I wanted, but I did a lot with helping my mom get the house ready for her to move (whenever she decides that time is).
The friends I saw, I’m glad theyre all fine. Im glad they’re all doing well and that they are happy (or seemingly so) but they’re all doing the same things they were doing when I left. Made me realize that I, too, would probably still be playing pool at Gales or the Hideaway and drinking a lot, getting stoned a lot, feeling like Im going nowhere at the JC, dating a guy who wanted to be married and have kids before I was ready and working at the Theater. A strange feeling, and a breath of fresh air when I returned back to the city. But if they are happy, then I am happy for them.
Next round in Petaluma (which may be as far away as summer) I’m going to do more.
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