I was thinking today on the toilet while eating cheetos and trying to figure out what my game strategy was going to be for returning to World of Warcraft and being married with a baby on the way.
Anyway, I was thinking: If you were in The Delorean, and you had to pick a year - month - day - hour - minute - second, how many times could you honestly remember? I mean, we tend to remember events but not in terms of when they happened. It made me gleefully romantic - in the sense of hating the physical sciences, not in the plebian sense of emotional.
One moment I remember was the turn of the millennia. December 31st, 1999, 11:59 PM. My friend Cam and I were toasting champagnade like good Baptists, and playing Pokemon Yellow (eschewing any psychic pokemon - as good Baptists). That night we had a BIG party at Mill Run, and my parents had a bunch of friends over. I remember staying up till 4am in the pitch black Pink Room with Cam, my brothers, and Nathan (josh's friend) and we all being terrified as Jer walked Claire Redfield through the Racoon City Police department (Resident Evil 2 for N64).
In some ways life was beautiful then., In some ways not so much.
Then I started thinking about Nathan. He was one of the nicest people I've ever met. I think we went to the same high school. His dad was a cop who taught me the gospel. But I don't remember When. And as I drove to Mill Run tonight, I thought about how much it would cost to hire a private detective to investigate Nathan and tell me what he's been up to all these years. But then I remembered I'm poor.
Saturday, November 2, 2013
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