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Wednesday, September 30th, 1998... 6:34 pm. listening to: The Wallflowers: "Bringing Down the Horse" So long ago, I don't remember when That's when they say I lost my only friend Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease As I listened through the cemetery trees I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn The long broken arm of human law Now it always seemed such a waste She always had a pretty face So I wondered how she hung around this place Hey, come on try a little Nothing is forever There's got to be something better than In the middle But me and Cinderella We put it all together We can drive it home With one headlight She said it's cold It feels like Independence Day And I can't break away from this parade But there's got to be an opening Somewhere here in front of me Through this maze of ugliness and greed And I seen the sun up ahead At the county line bridge Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead We'll run until she's out of breath She ran until there's nothin' left She hit the end-it's just her window ledge Hey, come on try a little Nothing is forever There's got to be something better than In the middle But me and Cinderella We put it all together We can drive it home With one headlight Well this place is old It feels just like a beat up truck I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn Well it smells of cheap wine and cigarettes This place is always such a mess Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams I think her death it must be killin' me Hey, come on try a little Nothing is forever There's got to be something better than In the middle But me and Cinderella We put it all together We can drive it home With one headlightTyler's lying on my bed, eyes closed, next to Squid, the little black cat. Squid's sleeping, his day of evil obviously tiring. Jakob Dylan's singing, and his voice surrounds me like so much smoke. The only sounds are my typing, and that voice. I need to take a shower soon, and we're going to go see "Rounders" and grab some food, maybe. Tomorrow, we'll go see Stacy at the Gypsy Co-Op...maybe go see Casa Loma. The other week, we saw Nelson Mandela at Skydome, admist tons of school kids. A once in a lifetime experience... He turned to me as we waited, and said, "When we met, I thought; She's in Canada and I'm here...it's really too bad. Now we're here, waiting for Nelson Mandela." Life works out in strange ways. He's playing with the cat, who seems to be tolerating it at the moment. I like having him here. I like waking up and seeing his blue eyes just after I open mine. I think the house is moving. I think we're giving notice tomorrow. Mike said, last night, that something needs to happen. He's right. There's got to be something better than in the middle. It's been a good week. It's going to be a good weekend, and though I'll miss him, next week will be good too. The leaves are beginning to turn, and I feel like nothing that bad can happen right now. Perhaps it's his proximity that makes me feel so safe, but I'd rather think that things are beginning to change... I need to get ready to go. |