there’s some guy on an acoustic guitar. two daughters screaming. a guy trying his hardest to make this a real life. and me…in the middle of all of it.
i’ve been gone awhile and i’ve been thinking about home. not as much as usual. more like looking for excuses to not go home. not because i’m running. but because i like to run. i want to run through every great city ten times over and ten times more. i’d like to run through the halls of my high school but i left on bad terms and don’t think they’d be excited to have me back.
this is my life. i’m 26 years old. i have no direction other than alcohol fueled good times. the way the wind tastes in omaha and the friends that i’ve made along the way.
i’m proud of where i am. i accept what i cannot change and i keep going on good faith that someday i will find what i’m looking for.
me and joe. this is where we are and this is what we do. we were born like this. two people surrounded by a city but so alone in ourselves. connected still to relationships passed because when you’re always on the move it’s hard to move on.
so i’m still here. still doing this. still looking for it.
i’m not a high school geometry teacher. i’m not a rocket scientist. i’m myself. i’m not a fucking lawyer. i’m not a doctor. policemen. or millionaire. i’m myself.
and i’m proud of that.
so until i find it.
i’ll be looking. i’ll be trying. i’ll be breathing and doing this life the best way i know how. by doing what i want.
if you don’t want it. maybe i’ll take it. but if you don’t want it. don’t keep it.
sell it. give it. pass it along. but don’t keep it if you don’t want it.