A Story
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Many years ago, I was Old. I had lived off half a welfare cheque, supported a household on an EI cheque, and then that same household on a full-time construction job. I was engaged to be married.
Then I got asked to go to an underground illegal party with Tim. Patti went too, and the pictures demonstrated how out of place we looked. We looked so damn old, so out of place, so strangely uncomfortable. "Maybe them youngins won't notice us if we dress in theirs funny clothes" was written across both of our faces. I wonder if Tim still has those pictures.
There I found a room, and there they played something I had only heard on CD: Jungle. I danced, and was mystified at the wonderfulness of it all. This was something I missed during my youth.
I may not have realised it then, but I think that was the decision to go back, to revisit youth. It took me a while, and a few tries (Tim would ask of my love for Amanda "You'd think you'd never done this before" and in many ways I hadn't), but here I am again. I'm not sure I'm really succeeding (I officially talked to Tim like a parent tonight, "I'm just trying to make conversation," I feel pretty dumb) and while I'd like to think I'm wiser, I certainly don't feel as old as I did then.
A strange story, especially given my mental state these days, but true nonetheless. Suffice it to say, Planet of the Drums was incredible. Good night everyone, my waking hour has become my bedtime it seems.
Current Music: The Ringing In My Head