”Let’s raise awareness. People aren’t aware enough about stuff and things, so let’s all raise awareness so people will become more aware.”
”People are especially not aware of horrors, so we need to make sure to raise extra awareness about horrors.”
I’ve met more interesting, fun, amazing, thoughtful, beautiful, funny, smart, capable, resourceful, rad people in 4.5 years in Oregon than I did in 24.5 years in Las Vegas. Viva Cascadia.
Ms. Buttercupsky is from Las Vegas, but like me, she knew it sucked so she cut and run as soon as possible. Now she lives in Long Beach and probably barbecues with Snoop’s people.
My response to popgoesmyculture:
Being a Las Vegas native, I can say that 90% of people I knew that went on to do anything with themselves, they did so because they bailed from that town as soon as they could. Another 5% will stay forever because they’ve managed to build their lives there and they’re happy and comfortable. I find these people to be the rare exception. And while that’s okay, that was never in the cards for me. The remaining 5% will stay there and always bitch about it yet never do anything to make it happen. These are the people I don’t associate with because it reminds me of being in high school and I thought high school fucking sucked.
Now that I consider Long Beach my hometown, I will tell you that the friends I’ve made here are basically family and it’s awesome. The downside bummer to report is that I have yet to BBQ with Snoop’s posse. However, if the invite ever comes along, consider me there.
“Oh man… I don’t have any gloves. I musta left them at Mairin’s.”
He says this as it starts to rain again.
“She’s pretty awesome you know, I like her a lot.”
“Yeah, it’s a great relationship, so easy.”
“That’s cause you’re finally the crazy one,” I say as I start to laugh.
“It’s so true” he says through his own laughter.
“No offense, but I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with you. You’d be the crazy one in that too.”
We start laughing again and run to catch the bus.
On the bus, unsure if it will take us where we’re trying to go.
“Hopefully we’re headed in the right direction,” he says. “And if not, maybe we’ll just be lost forever.”
“I’m okay with that; I’d be willing to be lost forever with you.”
“Actually, that’s not much different than being in a relationship with me.”
“Ah fuck, good point.”
We laugh together as the bus continues on in the rain…