Just Being

Jan 5, 2007

11:24 PM

The trans is out on my car, so I'm hanging out in my secret wifi spot in The Screaming Blue Bitch. I am saying colonel like it's spelled, and like it's pronounced—back and forth. Observing how the "l" became a rolled "r" and finally a hard "r." It was kind of fun. Then my friend, Matt, called me to see what I was up to. I didn't explain that I was playing solo word games, but I told him about the transmission in my car being out.

We discussed what bands were playing where and he decided that, because he had already had a few drinks, it would be a good idea not to go out tonight. Then he offered to give me a ride, at any other time this weekend, if I needed one. I appreciated it.

So now I surf, mulling over the week and my trip from Grand Rapids today. I was only there long enough to pick up a trailer full of Pop Tarts. I didn't get a chance to talk to anybody about Jerry Ford. I had thought about him on the trip though, and I thought about that time in history.

It felt like America gave up on being paranoid and crazy. Yeah, it's like the country discovered Prozac.