Adherent to my chest.
Tells your new friends,
"I am a visitor here,
I am not permanent."
And the only thing keeping me dry is
Where I am...
Things seem so out of context
In this gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key,
Explaining that I am just visiting...
D.C. sleeps alone tonight..."
- The Postal Service
The District Sleeps Alone Tonight
I have wanted an excuse to use this song, and I suppose leaving D.C. from a great calm vacation is the best I'm going to get. If you haven't been sick of hearing me say it yet, I love Washington D.C. It's a hub for power, history and beauty...someday, when I am the next Alexander the Great, I will erect a throne in the city's center.
Or maybe just visit my parents on holidays when I have a family of my own.
Either or.
At any rate, we got a later start than I wanted this morning. We made good time, but we're stopping for now outside of Nashville. My mom still hadn't familiarized herself with "How I Met Your Mother" so my dad and I felt obligated to school her...
Oh well. It explains a lot of why I used to strike out a lot before I figured out that normal women my age don't like nice guys. I had good role models (which is a bad thing IMO). It took me two great relationships with terrible endings to learn how to be a jerk. I'm only barely finding a nice balance. It works.
Anyway, when I get back into town, I have a lot of homework to do. I also need to see a tailor and get my new suit taken in. Should be fun. I'm also shit-broke...which makes the next few months kinda interesting. Maybe I'll take up hooking?
Over and out,
David Lucio
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