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You can't fck me against the wall.
Sep. 25th, 2006 09:20 amSome people say there are only two stories: A Hero Goes on a Journey and A Stranger Comes to Town. This story is both.
It starts in September seven years ago. It hadn't become fall yet, it was still warm, still summer according to the calender and sun, and I was leaving my apartment with my girlfriend and on the front porch was woman heading straight towards me with an armload of plastic drawers. I held open the door and smiled and then her son came up right behind her and we all introduced myself. Oh, you're my new roommate! Nice to meet you.
We had some interactions during the fall, though I can't recall many of them. We traded a few CDs, shared some meals, talked about movies. And then astrology and tarot cards. Video games. Dating. In February we went to The Roots concert together on Northwestern campus and protected each other from the undergrads and bought matching t-shirts and made fun of the local opening act and jumped around and sang along to all our favorite songs and freaked out when they broke in to an a cappella version of the Cheers theme song. That was the first journey together, a short one.
But a longer one is what I remember most as the crash course beginning. Krispey Kreme had come to town. Except not. It wasn't IN Chicago, it was in Summit, Illinois. I couldn't stop talking about these doughnuts to him, he was intrigued by both the food and pop culture phenomenon at the time (people in L.A. were going crazy for them at the time, articles appeared in Salon.com (back before Salon totally sucked)). We woke up on a Saturday morning and took the purple line to Howard, the red line to downtown, the orange line to Midway, the end of the line. Then we got on a bus. The entire time we invented and perfected the "Oh? Game" which is essentially pop culture free association. Then we got off where the sidewalk ends, in Summit, where we were the only mtherfckers without a car.
First we needed money, so we walked 1/4 mile to a gas station. There the moniker "phlayva eyce" was born. We walked back toward the magical destination, except we were starving for real food first, so we decided on a strange suburban theme restaurant that I can best describe as "Uncle Moe's" from The Simpsons. We got stared at a lot. I guess in that part of the city (state?) there weren't many black men or white genderqueers with blue hair. (I said it was seven years ago!)
After lunch we got dessert, which was about half a dozen of Krispey Kreme doughnuts. We bought t-shirts. And asked for paper hats. And bought extra dozen doughnuts to take back. Waiting forty minutes for the bus, bikers kept passing us.
We started the long journey back home and kept talking which turned plotting to a new mission -- we need to eat these doughnuts....while playing video games! Just as we got near evanston, we diverted and took a bus out to Best Buy, and they were out of PlayStations so we bought a Nintendo 64. And Goldeneye.
A new era had begun in my life. And I don't mean James Bond. I mean the mtherfcker I did all this random isht with. I have to say though, my favorite story to tell about Damon is this. Of all the wonderful people in my life who supported me through various transitions in my life, his response to my gender one was my favorite. Literally, the first thing out of his mouth was "Wow. Well, that's totally been in the [tarot] cards lately."
Happy 30th birthday,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thebrownhornet.
It starts in September seven years ago. It hadn't become fall yet, it was still warm, still summer according to the calender and sun, and I was leaving my apartment with my girlfriend and on the front porch was woman heading straight towards me with an armload of plastic drawers. I held open the door and smiled and then her son came up right behind her and we all introduced myself. Oh, you're my new roommate! Nice to meet you.
We had some interactions during the fall, though I can't recall many of them. We traded a few CDs, shared some meals, talked about movies. And then astrology and tarot cards. Video games. Dating. In February we went to The Roots concert together on Northwestern campus and protected each other from the undergrads and bought matching t-shirts and made fun of the local opening act and jumped around and sang along to all our favorite songs and freaked out when they broke in to an a cappella version of the Cheers theme song. That was the first journey together, a short one.
But a longer one is what I remember most as the crash course beginning. Krispey Kreme had come to town. Except not. It wasn't IN Chicago, it was in Summit, Illinois. I couldn't stop talking about these doughnuts to him, he was intrigued by both the food and pop culture phenomenon at the time (people in L.A. were going crazy for them at the time, articles appeared in Salon.com (back before Salon totally sucked)). We woke up on a Saturday morning and took the purple line to Howard, the red line to downtown, the orange line to Midway, the end of the line. Then we got on a bus. The entire time we invented and perfected the "Oh? Game" which is essentially pop culture free association. Then we got off where the sidewalk ends, in Summit, where we were the only mtherfckers without a car.
First we needed money, so we walked 1/4 mile to a gas station. There the moniker "phlayva eyce" was born. We walked back toward the magical destination, except we were starving for real food first, so we decided on a strange suburban theme restaurant that I can best describe as "Uncle Moe's" from The Simpsons. We got stared at a lot. I guess in that part of the city (state?) there weren't many black men or white genderqueers with blue hair. (I said it was seven years ago!)
After lunch we got dessert, which was about half a dozen of Krispey Kreme doughnuts. We bought t-shirts. And asked for paper hats. And bought extra dozen doughnuts to take back. Waiting forty minutes for the bus, bikers kept passing us.
We started the long journey back home and kept talking which turned plotting to a new mission -- we need to eat these doughnuts....while playing video games! Just as we got near evanston, we diverted and took a bus out to Best Buy, and they were out of PlayStations so we bought a Nintendo 64. And Goldeneye.
A new era had begun in my life. And I don't mean James Bond. I mean the mtherfcker I did all this random isht with. I have to say though, my favorite story to tell about Damon is this. Of all the wonderful people in my life who supported me through various transitions in my life, his response to my gender one was my favorite. Literally, the first thing out of his mouth was "Wow. Well, that's totally been in the [tarot] cards lately."
Happy 30th birthday,
thebrownhornet.
