2/4/2002
The Creeping Days
I got a call from a friend of mine in Texas. She's this 20-year-old used to be goth, grew out of it, now sort of an emo, but not quite girl I met online several years ago. Our relationship has always been odd, but that is to be expected with me. Celena called me up yesterday to chat and she mentioned she was going to find a cemetary she saw in her dreams and she believed she drove pass last month in a towtruck after her car broke down. Somehow, in my twenties, I missed a good section of my life. I missed the opportunity to take midnight drives to remote cemetaries. I missed the opportunity to engage in the drama of a group of friends who have trite issues that seem to be earthshattering at the time, but in hindsight were just silly. I missed the club politics. As my 31st birthday rapidly approaches, I realize I skipped over the fun right into midlife crisis mode. Now I'm thinking about convertables, 20 year old girls and buying a condo.
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