where i was…
20 years ago –
i don’t remember. i was eleven, so i was probably playing with my wee-wee. or learning how to. and building model cars and things. the glue smelled pretty and made things sparkle. serious Trek-head, having recently converted.
15 years ago –
driving my ’79 Pinto wagon (seriously, it was actually a pretty boss ride – and quick, too). teaching myself to play guitar. writing awful songs. playing in cover bands. cutting myself with a razor. getting into punk rock and prog rock and jazz. just starting to question the religion i had thrown myself into. also questioning many social mores and taboos. and gay-bashing. seriously. i was pourin’ on the Hatorade. don’t worry, i kicked my own ass for that already. my theory stands: all fag-bashers are secretly queer themselves. slingin’ pies for Primo’s Pizza in Park Layne. will walk out on job at least three times over 2-3 years. will soon abandon Star Trek when TNG turns out to be lame and the whole scene starts getting bloated with sophomoric meaningless techno-jargon. in love with a girl, my first, who will be with me for a total of 3 long years. have afro.
10 years ago –
just dropped out of college. had a useless certificate from The Recording Workshop. fancied myself quite the acid guru. spiritually pure at this point, yet still a drug-addled degenerate. slingin’ pies for Smiley’s Dope-fiend Pizza. will walk out or abandon job twice in the coming months. in 7 months, will move to J-ville, FL. madly in love with a girl who only sees me as a friend. she hates me now. have giant muttonchops and long squiggly hair and beard.
5 years ago –
got back from a month-long trek across most of Western Europe a year and a half ago. working my first customer service call center job. will abandon job in a few months. seriously addicted to the Playstation. arbitrarily quit smoking pot. in the next 5 years, will smoke less than 2 joints’ worth, but will be staggeringly stoned about 5 times. haven’t done acid (or speed, or anything else) in a couple of years. still haven’t. no reason. recently cut my hair off. a year after breakup with Ria. in love with no one.
1 year ago –
dealing with recent death of my grandmother. just started first job back in Ohio, at a call center in Springfield. i hate this job so much i actually CAN taste it. working hard, pro bono, on a website for our high school’s giant “all-class reunion.” will abandon call center job in a couple months. hair v long again. in a few months, will fall madly in love and have it all shatter to pieces in my face.
yesterday –
looking for a job. working for money (however little) on another website related to the local school district. just got my driver’s license back after a 30-day suspension for speeding. enjoying my grandfather’s new puppy. acting like an asshole on a regular basis via the internet. was madly in love until a few days ago.
tomorrow –
will mend ways, quit smoking, stop drinking, earn a degree, become a better person, learn how to be social again without anxiety or The Fear, exercise regularly and eat right, become politically active again, stop lashing out at others, get a good job that i like, move out, find a girl who will against all odds love me and bear my freakish spawn, fall in love with her, live happy and full and fit, record album of great rock music, get my work out there and noticed, die famous famously. all tomorrow.
