*** I decided to drop out of school and live the kind of life that I love reading about. Recently I met someone who shares the same enthusiasm and similar values to my own. Here's a brief story about it***
She called sometime after the sun had gone down. Her sister was visiting family in Idaho needed someone to look after the house pet. She wanted to know if I would hang out while she took care of her sisters place barely a block away from my own lonely apartment. Of course.
I had called her a few days before. "I thought you should know I kinda have this crush on you," I said on a phone message. She'd been all over my mind ever since I saw her at Food Not Bombs. The next day I got a call back telling me everything I had hoped to hear. Bliss.
So we layed on the bed and talked, the room was hot despite the fact that it was a cold November day outside. We tucked under the covers. We took off our clothes bit by bit, and soon found ourselves inches from each others faces waiting for the others' lips. Fifteen hours later we hadn't left the room, nor even desired to move. No doubt the neighboors below hated us now. "Don't fuck on my bed," her sister said. We cleaned her kitchen in token gratitude.
Early in the morning after a vegan breakfast of Frech toast, "yogurt" raspberries, granola, and tea we set out to get some produce for Thanksgiving and hitch a ride out of the city. At Whole Foods we filled our bags with harvest time staples for our feast and walked out of the door. Sometimes "suggested retail price" is merely a suggestion.
An ex-junkie/ punk girl picked us up in a black Saab within fifteen minutes. We thought writting "Grandmas" on a sign and sticking our thumbs out was cute - she didn't want any sketchy people picking us up. "I used to hitch and ride trains too," she told us. We thought she was too pretty to be punk. Our Thanksgiving feast was as delicious as it was free: Tofurkey in orange pomegrante sauce, maple yams, homemade cranberry sauce, butternut squash soup, and "buttery" green beans with shallots and garlic. We enjoyed dessert on the floor of the guest bedroom and hoped no one else heard us. Thanks Grandma.
Back in Seattle we grabbed our bikes and went to see a house show/ potluck. I had met Paul Baribeau in Ohio and was eager to see a familiar face, even if it just meant listening to him play a short set in someones basement. My new lover and I held hands and listened while Paul played love songs. There is one about being straightedge he ends every set with that always makes we want to cry.
The walk to the train yard is long and hard, especially with a heavy bag perched on yer' shoulders. Three hours we waited on that train. By the time the engine was finally mounted on front we were standing side by side handcuffed in front of a Jeep while our IDs were being scanned and cataloged by the train yard police officer. We watched the train pull away slowly and wondered if we had the energy to wait for another one in an attempt to enjoy mysterious and beautiful northern Washington. The thought of my citation being mailed back home to Ohio for Mom and Dad to discover made me giggle. It was a long walk home so we spent quietly and peacefully in bed together. What should we do tomorrow?
She called sometime after the sun had gone down. Her sister was visiting family in Idaho needed someone to look after the house pet. She wanted to know if I would hang out while she took care of her sisters place barely a block away from my own lonely apartment. Of course.
I had called her a few days before. "I thought you should know I kinda have this crush on you," I said on a phone message. She'd been all over my mind ever since I saw her at Food Not Bombs. The next day I got a call back telling me everything I had hoped to hear. Bliss.
So we layed on the bed and talked, the room was hot despite the fact that it was a cold November day outside. We tucked under the covers. We took off our clothes bit by bit, and soon found ourselves inches from each others faces waiting for the others' lips. Fifteen hours later we hadn't left the room, nor even desired to move. No doubt the neighboors below hated us now. "Don't fuck on my bed," her sister said. We cleaned her kitchen in token gratitude.
Early in the morning after a vegan breakfast of Frech toast, "yogurt" raspberries, granola, and tea we set out to get some produce for Thanksgiving and hitch a ride out of the city. At Whole Foods we filled our bags with harvest time staples for our feast and walked out of the door. Sometimes "suggested retail price" is merely a suggestion.
An ex-junkie/ punk girl picked us up in a black Saab within fifteen minutes. We thought writting "Grandmas" on a sign and sticking our thumbs out was cute - she didn't want any sketchy people picking us up. "I used to hitch and ride trains too," she told us. We thought she was too pretty to be punk. Our Thanksgiving feast was as delicious as it was free: Tofurkey in orange pomegrante sauce, maple yams, homemade cranberry sauce, butternut squash soup, and "buttery" green beans with shallots and garlic. We enjoyed dessert on the floor of the guest bedroom and hoped no one else heard us. Thanks Grandma.
Back in Seattle we grabbed our bikes and went to see a house show/ potluck. I had met Paul Baribeau in Ohio and was eager to see a familiar face, even if it just meant listening to him play a short set in someones basement. My new lover and I held hands and listened while Paul played love songs. There is one about being straightedge he ends every set with that always makes we want to cry.
The walk to the train yard is long and hard, especially with a heavy bag perched on yer' shoulders. Three hours we waited on that train. By the time the engine was finally mounted on front we were standing side by side handcuffed in front of a Jeep while our IDs were being scanned and cataloged by the train yard police officer. We watched the train pull away slowly and wondered if we had the energy to wait for another one in an attempt to enjoy mysterious and beautiful northern Washington. The thought of my citation being mailed back home to Ohio for Mom and Dad to discover made me giggle. It was a long walk home so we spent quietly and peacefully in bed together. What should we do tomorrow?
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