Monday, July 17, 2006

Lights and Sounds.
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Faru- DMC had so many great moments.. then again it was two and a half bloody hours.

That show is so cool for some reason. I just don't understand it. Maybe Pee-wee transcended the common levels of coolness we have all grown used to in the post-Pee Wee years.

=o

You just don't get it, do you?

Theme song of this post: Barracuda by People in Planes.

Romance can be a tempest as all of us well know, some of us better than others. Last night was such a strange series of events that it's hardly describable. I was at work and a couple that works there was having some issues.

Juan's carting off to the service, basically. He learned sometime in the last forty eight hours that he's going into basic on Thursday which was apparently not what he intended when he signed up. He fucked up and because of that fuck up he's going into basic sooner rather than later. His girlfriend, Veronica, didn't take the news well. Not very well at all. It's understandable but it left me in a hard position because, well..

When you close a store you usually have three or so people by about 1 AM. Several people simply didn't show up that day, so I ended up closing with Juan. Veronica was supposed to be out of there by 1 AM or so leaving a two-man crew to do what is usually a three man job. Unfortunately Juan was rather distracted with patching things up with Veronica leaving me to A.) try to avoid being drug into it and B.) caught without much support actually working, lol.

I mean, some younger people don't realize this yet but young adulthood has taught me that when a couple is arguing you need to not get into it. It's a storm that you're not supposed to weather and neither do you want to weather. Not out of apathy, you care, but simply because it is probably none of your business. You might fuck things up more if you're not articulate enough to actually 'help'. In general I follow the rule that, you know, if a hurricane is brewing you run from it instead of into it.

Well, off and on he was either chasing her around the store (after she had quit working at about 12:45) or outside talking/debating/arguing(?) with her. Even after she had physically left he was off and on the phone trying to contact her.

In the end we started doing the 'closing' part of work a bit later than usual. We finished up at about 2:40 and I offered to give him a ride home. He declined and said he wanted a ride to Veronica's house instead so I shrugged and said I'd take him there. Some conversation with the manager (Becky) follows and we're about to leave when.. ringringring, the phone at Wendy's rings. It's 2:50 in the morning so there's little doubt in anyone's mind who is calling. Becky answers and, of course, it's for Juan. A short conversation and a call later we're finally underway.

I'm carting down Guilbeau road at three in the morning. There's no one around, why would there be? Driving down the poorly lit street I catch a glimpse of a girl walking down the sidewalk to the side and notice it's Veronica.

"Dude, was that Veronica?"

Juan turns back and asks confusedly "Was it? I didn't even see her."

"I swear to you man, -that was Veronica-. Want me to turn around?"

"Yeah, yeah."

So I turn on a residential street, do a 360 and cart down Guilbeau.. the opposite way I was going. We get a good look at the girl on the other side of the road and it is indeed Veronica. So.. I turn into HEB and do another 360 back onto Guilbeau going the way I was -originally- going and catch up to her. I pull onto a residential street right on Guilbeau and let him off. He rushes out of my car and the last thing I will probably ever say to him is "Good luck", lol.

The last image I had of him was him earnestly chasing after his girl, trying desperately to make it all right in the middle of the blackest of nights this summer can provide you. Parting the curtain of darkness was the illumination of the streetlight above, basking the two of them in a pale white glow and a worn, weathered wooden fence behind them. It was a picturesque moment, something that could be considered artistic only by the most scattered and lost mortal minds. With the soft light shining down on them there was a separateness of worlds, a dissection between them- a girl determined that the guy is trying desperately to leave her life and a guy desperately trying to convince his girl that what he is doing is in pursuit of improving his life and nothing more. The two worlds might have met later that night or perhaps they will remain separate- I don't know. But, that was the last I saw of him last night and that might be the last I ever see of him, period. I've known him since I was in sixth grade so my parting wishes of luck were genuine and sincere, lol. Good luck, Juan.

The story ends with me being harassed by a cop car. My endless 360s apparently attracted the attention of the law- or, perhaps, they were really bored and had nothing better to do than follow me two miles to my home, lol. He lost interest as I pulled into my driveway and continued on, disappointed that he couldn't pull me over.

So in the end several paths met and divided. A young man trying to heal a woman, a woman who wanted nothing to do with it, myself and the bored police officer trying to get his mark.

It was a wonderful night.

Zilch to do for miles around, for miles around.

I swear to god I'm going to get back into Dragon Quest 8 and beat that fool. Time to pwn.

P.S. This is the most pointless post I've ever written, lol~

P.P.S. Check out Shinmaru's AX pictures. They are worth it for reals.

P.P.P.S. The founder of Hooters died!

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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