I literally just talked a parking enforcement officer out of giving me a ticket. She printed out a blank one to make it look like she was following the rules.
This is awesome in part not only because I’ve never had this kind of luck before, but also because I once got slapped with a four hundred fucking dollar parking ticket (don’t ever parallel park in front of a handicap spot and have your bumper sticking in the blue curb - they will ticket you as if you parked in the entire spot). With that in mind, as much as I love Long Beach, I have zero intentions of ever giving this city any more of my money related to parking. Fact.
I started another blog, dedicated to fixing up my old house. Check it out if you’re in to that sort of thing.
I would be so fucking lost without certain people in my life right now. Especially the smartasses who never fail to bring doses of daily laughter to the table. I’m OD’ing on smiles over here.
Shades of deep reds, purples and blues
like bruises like hearts
these colors wrapped around your neck.
Did you win those trials, even the scales of justice
you knew what mattered, tattooed it on your sleeve.
Examining the worn threads and fraying fibers
there’s evidence here
that in the courthouse, in your life
there were battles well chosen
too much to fight.
When you fought it was for what mattered
and I wonder still
if you ever knew
just how much you mattered to me.
These wounds open from time to time
throbbing in my chest
hanging myself with emotion
while hanging these ties
that used to belong to you.