"cause i passed down my old street"
it's really overwhelming when you walk into a place and you are bombarded with a ton of memories and images from your life.
when people who don't really know you anymore think they know you through and through based on who you showed them at 16, at 18, at 21, at 25. who you tried to be.
like that old tv show "this is your life". but in my case most of the cast of characters that are still around have only been friends since syracuse round 2.
a bunch of people i know from home have totally "reinvented" themselves. they live down in ny now. when i see them they are a bit standoffish. because i knew them back way back when.
i'll go to reunion shows. my musical taste still hovers around the year 1996. i don't live in the past, but i don't turn my back on it completely either. annoying as it is to be reminded of the first boy you kissed or the fact you owned a doughnuts poster at one point, that's me. no denying it.
in syracuse i...
realized how much stress is cause by being friends with rival factions living in the same city.
bought some 7"s.
went to j michaels.
took photos of now abandoned buildings where i used to spend a bunch of time.
got dragged to yoga at 8 am. i rarely see 8 am on weekends.
attended a wedding for someone i hadn't seen in 12 years. he's the same. that made me happy.
danced and danced and danced after drinking too much wine and eating dinosaur bbq salt potatoes like i'd never have one again in life.
went to coffee with my parents. sitting in between them on a park bench. so nice. the calm. seeing how i'm both of them. and neither of them.
post script...
"all this talk of getting old
it's getting me down my love"
i didn't pass down my old street. any of my old streets.
but i can appreciate my hometown.
in the summer, especially.
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