Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Last Day of Summer
You know all those cool things I wanted to do this summer? Checking out the neon in Wildwood, chasing the Jersey Devil, walking the Morris Canal, canoeing the Meadowlands?
I managed exactly one of them. The chief playmate ditched resolutely and early, while others were busy with kids and life. Alone and numb, I lacked inspiration, and so avoided the fun things I had been hell-bent on doing. Summer slipped away this past weekend, while I sat alone in Two Boots in the East Village, mulling over my eternal questions that never rest. How the hell did I get here? How did I screw up this badly? Did I even screw up? Why does everyone who is in a stable life with family and partner tell me how lucky I am? Is freedom just another word for nothing left to lose? What if I'm the lucky one after all?
I have about eight months to line up people to do things with next year. I hope the Jersey Devil waits for me.