Driving (575 hits)
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Submitted by 4-10-84 <weasul-at-gmail.com> (View user info) at 2006-02-20 14:23:54 EST
Written December 12th, 2005.
Driving. Around this time of year, I'm always driving. I could be 3000 miles away from home, yet I'd find myself driving at some point on this day. It's a tradition. One that I will never break.
It's a short drive from Plainville to Hartford, but I must make this drive. I made it the day I found out, I made it the year after, and I'm making it this year. After this drive, I'll swing by the Berlin Turnpike and make a few rounds for you, Gary. I won't be driving your RX7, but I'll be wishing I was.
I finish up my first drive, and I park my car on the top level of the parking garage. It's a little around 5:40 AM and it is chilly. I sit in my car and play Parabola by Tool - the first song I heard after I found out. After Parabola is finished I play Freedom by Rage Against the Machine - your favorite song. After those two songs are over with, I finally step out of my car. In one hand I'm holding a Corona. The other hand holds a pack of cigarettes. I stand on top of the parking garage, thinking about the good times, and I try to muster up the courage to look over the edge. It's hard to look over the edge, though, as every time I do the image of your blood on the ground pops into my head. I wish the city of Hartford had the decency to clean up your blood. I never needed to see my best friend's blood splattered over the streets.
As the time ticks by I notice that no one has shown up. They've always shown up on time and I wish they would this year. I look at my watch. It reads 5:58 AM - the time you died. I light up a cigarette and pop open the Corona. I only drink this shit when I'm on top of the parking garage. I finish my beer and cigarette and think. I've gone through so many different scenarios and reasoning, but I've come to accept it. I've been through my denial, my anger, my sadness, but now I've finally accepted it. Something in your life wasn't right and you felt it wasn't your place to be here. I still miss you, though.
I stand up there and think some more. I remember the last time I saw you was when I stole your stupid hat and shoved it down my pants. You were fucking pissed. You laughed it off and I think of that goofy laugh. I think of several shots of 151, naked billiards, and being Golem in Nick's back yard. This year a smile comes to my face. There are no tears, just missed memories. You were quite the fun guy, Gary. I miss hanging out with you.
I scribble a little note to you on the wall in a blue sharpie: "Gary, I'll always love you man. You will always be remembered and you will always be my brother. -Wes" They painted over they over the spray painted message I left last year. Hopefully, this one will remain for awhile. I light a candle and place it in the corner. I'm done here. I get back in my car.
The drive back home is uneventful. It seems like a typical drive. I arrive at my house and go inside. My mother asks me if I'm feeling alright. I tell her that I'm fine, grab a bite to eat, and head to the turnpike.
I know it's not a Friday or Saturday night, the nights you went down, but I have to do a few laps for you. I never was one for racing, seeing as to how I drive a Toyota Camry, but you were. Cars, going fast, and weed were your life. This is all part of my memorial. The laps go by, and I drive back home. I know you were driving with me. I felt it.
Whatever your reason for killing yourself is, Gary, I no longer desire to know. But know this: you will always be my brother. I love you, man.
I know, emo, -2 DIE! Do as you please.
User Reviews
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-02-20 21:40:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
"It's all nostalgia in the end"
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2006-02-20 16:39:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-02-20 15:21:20 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-02-20 14:38:44 (#)
Ranking: -2
This would have been an easy +2 if you didn't critique yourself at the end.
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agreed.
There are no shortage of presumptous assholes on this site, and they get mad when you do their job for them.
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2006-02-20 14:45:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
You've gotta keep doing shit like that with the Sharpie man...whatever makes the day a little better for you.
Submitted by weasul (user info) at 2006-02-20 14:42:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I will. Right after I finish cutting my self. Oh, the pain of life is physically manifested. It feels so good.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-02-20 14:38:44 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
I feel your pain as I went through a similar situation a couple of times actually. This would have been an easy +2 if you didn't critique yourself at the end. Oh, and sorry about the loss. You could always kill yourself to join him and make every here at uber happy.