Shittin’ in a gas station.
I had to hustle to get there.
Run-limping through a dark subarctic parking lot being careful enough not to “number two” myself on the way.
My life is weird.
Now I’m starin’ at my jeans hugging my ankles with moccasins on under the dull white lights of my throne.
Listening to a song I haven’t heard for three years.
I know I haven’t heard this song for three years because I remember exactly where I was when I stumbled upon it during this epic stool purge.
I was sitting square in the leather couch at 4625 W with the computer on my lap.
Second semester of Senior Year January 2016.... thinking of a blog title for creative writing.
It’s 33 degrees out and the van was cozy.... but I’m dropping a seismic deuce wishing I was there.
And it is absolutely insane....
I am taking a shit here in this gas station because I met a girl named Addie way back when.
We talked about our blogs in guitar class and I fell in love for the first time.
This pensive discharge has my mind thinking about how destiny brought me here in the first place.
Dominoe..... Dominoe.... Dominoe....
I chased a girl named Adeline to a school I had no business going to. I fell into life going back and forth between stories that brought me all the way back here.... at a 7/11.... legs now numb from sitting here so long.... but it just has me thinking.
How I named a blog after a song, fell in love for the first time over exchanging writings, and finding the rest to be history.
The present moment seems surreal.
Rediscovering a song that was a piece of a complicated puzzle that brought me here... suffering in a gas station.
That is all.
Yours truly,
Fool’s Gold
