pride schmide

yesterday went well for a day where nothing went right. where were you? i tried and i guess that's what i get. i really wanted to be out. and with people. it was and wasn't to be. my desperate pleas were met with silence or occasional unrewarding texts that lead to more questions i'd have to wait to have partially answered. i walked to work to get my bike. i got to fullerton when the rain came so hard i had to pull over and wait it out. i got to belmont when the post-parade crowd was coming the other way. i did, however, stumble upon a friend which seemed good but got caught in conversations i haven't wanted to have in 20 years. i begged lara to save me but it took her forever. long story short...my socks were wet all day. i saw my friend owen play. i stuck it out, man. walked to dunkin donuts to get some coffee. and finally, at roughly 9:30, american music club honored one of the handfull of people left's request and played outside this bar. see, i like music. and sometimes i really like music. i was cold and, at times, lonely most of the day. i had that feeling that i was the guy everyone forgot to think about. but by 9:30 i was just fucking pleased as punch. and i rode my bike home really fast. fastest i have ever ridin. that felt good, too