A Nameless Face
Posted by Shawn Romance
Constantly mulling over the depression that the city has thrust upon me has erupted my senses into an emotional volcano. I can no longer take the fast-paced, white-collar cronyism. There is no decency left in mankind, at least in Boston, they sold their souls when the Red Sox won the series.
I’m not attempting to bash the few genuine people I’ve met on my journeys eastward, there are those pleasant few who make life in the city a little easier. A change is needed, however, and it doesn’t involve Cape Cod socialites for the summer or big city pricks the rest of the year. I want some good old-fashioned big game hunting. The only big game you can find around Brighton are some domesticated animals or those few overfed raccoons.
The most desirable thing I could ask for at this point in my life is a break. I feel like I’ve rushed every step of my life and the only thing I have to show for it is a shitty car, and a rented apartment with a neighbor I would like to knife. Instead of spending hundreds of dollars on therapy, I would rather move out west and unload buckshot into a giant elk.
There are so many things that I’ve missed out on while I’ve been at school and working at dead end jobs. The only thing that has given me hope is a chance for some spontaneous exhilaration; I’ve become too accustom to plans and calendars. A slap in the face of society is all I ask for.
I still remember my father telling stories about his cross-country adventures in the early 60’s. I can still see the youth in his eyes when he mentions it, and how hearty his laugh becomes. He had the freedom to do whatever he wanted for a month, and no one could tell him otherwise. I’m sure if I asked him for advice he would tell me that whatever I thought would be best. His father never told him that there was a path he had to follow, and never once has my Dad told me how to take care of myself.
I’ve made some fairly bad decisions in my day, but I don’t want to be remembered as someone who gave up. Look out elk.
Constantly mulling over the depression that the city has thrust upon me has erupted my senses into an emotional volcano. I can no longer take the fast-paced, white-collar cronyism. There is no decency left in mankind, at least in Boston, they sold their souls when the Red Sox won the series.
I’m not attempting to bash the few genuine people I’ve met on my journeys eastward, there are those pleasant few who make life in the city a little easier. A change is needed, however, and it doesn’t involve Cape Cod socialites for the summer or big city pricks the rest of the year. I want some good old-fashioned big game hunting. The only big game you can find around Brighton are some domesticated animals or those few overfed raccoons.
The most desirable thing I could ask for at this point in my life is a break. I feel like I’ve rushed every step of my life and the only thing I have to show for it is a shitty car, and a rented apartment with a neighbor I would like to knife. Instead of spending hundreds of dollars on therapy, I would rather move out west and unload buckshot into a giant elk.
There are so many things that I’ve missed out on while I’ve been at school and working at dead end jobs. The only thing that has given me hope is a chance for some spontaneous exhilaration; I’ve become too accustom to plans and calendars. A slap in the face of society is all I ask for.
I still remember my father telling stories about his cross-country adventures in the early 60’s. I can still see the youth in his eyes when he mentions it, and how hearty his laugh becomes. He had the freedom to do whatever he wanted for a month, and no one could tell him otherwise. I’m sure if I asked him for advice he would tell me that whatever I thought would be best. His father never told him that there was a path he had to follow, and never once has my Dad told me how to take care of myself.
I’ve made some fairly bad decisions in my day, but I don’t want to be remembered as someone who gave up. Look out elk.
This entry was posted by Ben Myers, on
Thursday, May 18, 2006.
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9:06 PM
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10:21 PM
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