posted March 18, 2016 06:12 PM
Ok...its in its beginning stags...it might sound weird. Revelation
Brian and I were sitting at Subway when he found the add on Craigslist. Mom was pushing him to move out of her house, and it was causing tension with her and I once again, so I was trying hard as well.
"500 a month, all utilities paid, plus wifi and cable. Comes with own room and kitchen and shared bathroom." Or something along those lines.
I believe it was a Thursday, and my boyfriend promptly called. I was so happy for him.
Before I explain the things that occurred thereafter, I must briefly describe how I, and my boyfriend met.
I was barely graduated out of high school. A heavier, but good publically self esteemed young woman who dressed in hippie attire when the summer came. I didn't really have any close friends. And that was all right, that was how I liked it. Acquaintances, people I could briefly meet and hold semi-friendships with, but who I never had to get close enough to so that they might begin to unravel the string to my true self, and then it get awkward. Thus far, my peers had come as far as maybe 40 percent I would say.
Of course my acquaintance friend had always had a fresh supply of weed. I knew them as Elija, Noah, Lilly, and my best acquaintance friend since high school; a bit of a nerd girl, but who had stood by me through thick and thin. Her name was Crystal.
Of course Elija, Noah, and Lilly, being the street urchin's of Downtown Hillsboro they were. Always had a fresh and wondrous supply of weed. I loved weed, when I was outside that is. The only place I had thus far smoked and lived its beautiful affects. Everything was just, so, magical with it. Everything was so relaxed and I could truly lose myself in the beauty of the world without the constant worries that plagued my fast-paced ever processing anxious mind. It slowed everything down.
There was a place in my hometown of Hillsboro, Oregon. This place was called Influence Music Hall. And it is here where this story should in all actuality begin.
The Music Hall for the longest time, had been my home away from home. A lively place filled with aging hippies, and young aspiring ones that centered around the arts. Music was of course the number one of choice. But it was an open mic available for really any form of expressive art. For the past year, every Friday night, I had been attending for the sake of reading my poetry. It was my poetry that had earned me my place as one of the most memorable faces at this tiny whole in the wall place.
The first night I had ever attended was on a Warm July's night in my seventeenth year of life. I had been invited by my new-found friend; Sam. At first the both of us really had no idea what it was all about, but his, and now my friend Sebastian had invited us.
Coming from being a nerdy, made fun of high school girl to being a cool stoner chick, I was so exited! I had met Sam in credit recovery class, and we seemed to hit it off very quickly.
"You're a lot cooler then people give you credit for," he had told me. It made me proud. From then on, people didn't understand why Sam and I were hanging out, we had become best friends, and he would often put his arm around me, and refer to me as just that; his best friend. I finally let someone be my friend rather then my acquaintance. And it was a good feeling. From there, I had gotten met David, a freshman boy who was almost as great a writer as myself, and also in the stoner crowd. We had creative Writing together, but had not previously talked. We got together after school to read our poetry to each other, and ofcourse smoke the endless amount of weed he always had, being a rich kid who lived with his retired real estate Grandparents. I couldn't believe how intelligent he was. Someone of my generation who read Machiavelli, Plato, and Shakespeare. I quite enjoyed my new found crowd.
But of course, there were those of the group who had still for a very unknowing reason, bore malice against me by an incident in middle school which had nothing to do with them.
But....I suppose I had made it everyone's problem at that school, Evergreen Middle School. I've always had too big a mouth. And besides, it was probably a way of forming an alter ego for myself so I didn't have to deal with the sad, uneventful life which was my own. But that shall be discussed later.
Lindaland
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posted March 18, 2016 06:12 PM
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