From: Waiting for the Click

An invisible tether of phantom necessity holds me to it. Like a chain around my ankle, but here I grasp it. Clutch it. Store it. In a pocket, on a desk. It weighs me down, yet I drag it, I bear it, on and on forever, wherever I go. It connects me. Yet because of it I feel the disconnect. More apparent than real. Felt. Breathed. Drumming. Echoing, louder and louder in the vast emptiness that perhaps isn’t even there. The opportunities for connection becoming vast bridges that seem broken, their distant reaches a long past, faint, frizzled memory. Yet only a second from renewal, the spaces between removed.. contact, connection. The chain binds me to this life. The burden I carry.

I have, however, been going to Philly a little more often lately for Union soccer, so I’m more comfortable with the city than I’ve ever been. But since my car was being whacky, my friend drove. We got down there and parked in a shady parking garage and went over to the venue. I gotta say, the Troc is a cool place.

It’s a really old building, that, despite being the setting of countless punk and metal shows, manages to hang onto the styling of its roots. There are decorative facades surrounding the large, high ceiling stage, with a balcony area that serves as the 21 and over drinking area. The crowd was just about the perfect size, with it not at all feeling empty, and yet not too crowded that you felt stifled.

The opening acts were forgettable but I really did enjoy Thursday. They mixed up some of their really old stuff in with some newer material, and proved to me that they can still hang with the best in this genre that they helped define over a decade ago.

Later that night I met up with some friends who live in the city and we went to a bar called Nodding Head Brewery, which served a bunch of microbrews, including this one hefeweizen that included some green Woodruff syrup. I personally was not a fan of that, but all the girls seemed to go nuts over it. I tried the Grogg as well as the 60 Shilling, and both were excellent.

The next day we decided to walk around and do the touristy things that nobody from the city ever does. This included going over to Love Park, as well as to the art museum to see the Rocky steps.

It was a fun weekend.

The Losers

The A-Team

The Expendibles

Personally, I won’t bet against the star power of The Expendibles, but the other two movies don’t look like slouches either. Should be a fun (and loud) summer!

this picture just makes me happy. in a sort of way.

keep shooting for the stars my man.

I had just gone to bed. It was maybe 1am but I was still up. I was
watching something on the laptop near my bed, like I usually do to
fall asleep. I couldn’t quite fall completely asleep though. As I
tossed and turned the fire alarm in the hallway went off. I groaned
and covered my head with a pillow.

From so many years of living in dorms with constant false alarms, I
acquired the bad habit of often ignoring them. I guess they’ve cried
wolf a few times too many.

Then knocking on my door. “gahh I’m tired let me sleep!”

I crawl out of bed and go to the door and peer out. A few people
walking around, but the alarm suddenly shuts off. “thank god” and I
close the door and climb back in bed.

More knocking. “fuuuck” I walk over and this time a cop is there.
“there’s a fire upstairs. Everyone needs to get out.”.

Wow its not a drill. I put shoes on, grab a coat and hat, my wallet
and keys, and my camera off the table. I figure ill take some
pictures of the fire and then wait this out in the heat in my car.

For some reason I thought to go back and grab my fire safe. I don’t
know why. At this point I believed this would be some small kitchen
fire that would be out in 10 minutes. But I grabbed it. The one
fireproof thing in my apt and I took it with me.

But I knew it had important papers in it. A couple backup dvds. Some
notes and photos from girls I’ve loved. So I grabbed it. Nothing
else.

My most important things in my possesion were in a fireproof safe that
I moved into my car as I started snapping photos of a blown out window
which was spewing a bright stream of fire into the cold winter night.

I’m really tired so ill continue this later.

sorry if you can’t read my writing today. interpret it however you’d like