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kyle_valenti) wrote2006-02-10 10:36 am
kyle_valenti) wrote2006-02-10 10:36 am
TM - One of those days
It was one of those days that started off with a whimper. Actually, not so much a whimper as a whine that only meant things would get worse as the day went on.
Kyle had awoken to the sound of fighting in the room next to his. It was pretty much the same sound he'd fallen asleep to, and for just a moment he wondered why it was so important to be on the road. Then he remembered and chastised himself for finding the notion of self-discovery to be anything but ridiculous and self-serving.
"Though self-serving is sort of the point," he said aloud, chuckling to himself.
Breakfast had been a power bar washed down with a warm soda. It reminded him of the times he and the gang had been grateful to have that much to get them going. And then it started. The thing that sent his day straight into the toilet.
Kyle was homesick.
The best solution for those days was getting drunk, and his self-imposed rule of not creating fake money flew out the window when he realized he'd need funds in order to do that. Funds and a bar, preferably seedy, full of interesting characters who would both fascinate and scare him. If he was too drunk and/or uncomfortable to think about home, this day might just turn out all right.
Kyle soon found himself in a bar drinking warm beer that was probably fresh at some point in its existence. Of course, by the sixth, he really didn't care about how stale it was. In fact, there was a certain hobo charm to it that made him grin foolishly and toast the barfly next to him. He was fine until some genius decided to play a song on the jukebox. After Kyle's initial shock at finding out the thing actually worked, he made the mistake of listening to the words, and his day was immediately ruined again. What made it even worse was the way certain lines stood out more than others.
The tar in the street starts to melt from the heat
And the sweat's runnin’ down from my hair
I walked 20 miles and I’m dragging my feet
And I’ll walk 20 more I don’t care
And I’ll wander this world, wander this world
Wander this world, wander this world all alone
I’m like a ghost some people can’t see
Others drive by and stare
A shadow that drifts by the side of the road
It’s like I’m not even there
And I’ll wander this world, wander this world
Wander this world, wander this world all alone
Well I’ve never been part of the game
The life that I live is my own
All that I know is that I was born
To wander this world all alone, all alone
Some people are born with their lives all laid out
And all their success is assured
Some people work hard all their lives for nothin’
They take it and don’t say a word
They don’t say a word
Sometimes it’s like I don’t even exist
Even God has lost track of my soul
Why else would he leave me out here like this
To wander this world all alone
And I’ll wander this world, wander this world
Wander this world, wander this world all alone
Kyle wasn't usually a maudlin drunk, but there was no fighting the truth. The cold reality that he really didn't have a home to be homesick for hit him hard then. No home, no place, and no reason to even exist.
The bartender stopped in front of him. "Nothing like a blues song to remind you your life is shit," he grinned. "You want another?" he asked, pointing at Kyle's half empty glass.
Nodding, Kyle emptied the glass in front of him. "Keep 'em coming."
Kyle had awoken to the sound of fighting in the room next to his. It was pretty much the same sound he'd fallen asleep to, and for just a moment he wondered why it was so important to be on the road. Then he remembered and chastised himself for finding the notion of self-discovery to be anything but ridiculous and self-serving.
"Though self-serving is sort of the point," he said aloud, chuckling to himself.
Breakfast had been a power bar washed down with a warm soda. It reminded him of the times he and the gang had been grateful to have that much to get them going. And then it started. The thing that sent his day straight into the toilet.
Kyle was homesick.
The best solution for those days was getting drunk, and his self-imposed rule of not creating fake money flew out the window when he realized he'd need funds in order to do that. Funds and a bar, preferably seedy, full of interesting characters who would both fascinate and scare him. If he was too drunk and/or uncomfortable to think about home, this day might just turn out all right.
Kyle soon found himself in a bar drinking warm beer that was probably fresh at some point in its existence. Of course, by the sixth, he really didn't care about how stale it was. In fact, there was a certain hobo charm to it that made him grin foolishly and toast the barfly next to him. He was fine until some genius decided to play a song on the jukebox. After Kyle's initial shock at finding out the thing actually worked, he made the mistake of listening to the words, and his day was immediately ruined again. What made it even worse was the way certain lines stood out more than others.
The tar in the street starts to melt from the heat
And the sweat's runnin’ down from my hair
I walked 20 miles and I’m dragging my feet
And I’ll walk 20 more I don’t care
And I’ll wander this world, wander this world
Wander this world, wander this world all alone
I’m like a ghost some people can’t see
Others drive by and stare
A shadow that drifts by the side of the road
It’s like I’m not even there
And I’ll wander this world, wander this world
Wander this world, wander this world all alone
Well I’ve never been part of the game
The life that I live is my own
All that I know is that I was born
To wander this world all alone, all alone
Some people are born with their lives all laid out
And all their success is assured
Some people work hard all their lives for nothin’
They take it and don’t say a word
They don’t say a word
Sometimes it’s like I don’t even exist
Even God has lost track of my soul
Why else would he leave me out here like this
To wander this world all alone
And I’ll wander this world, wander this world
Wander this world, wander this world all alone
Kyle wasn't usually a maudlin drunk, but there was no fighting the truth. The cold reality that he really didn't have a home to be homesick for hit him hard then. No home, no place, and no reason to even exist.
The bartender stopped in front of him. "Nothing like a blues song to remind you your life is shit," he grinned. "You want another?" he asked, pointing at Kyle's half empty glass.
Nodding, Kyle emptied the glass in front of him. "Keep 'em coming."