Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Run Now

He lit a cigarette. Took a deep drag and let the smoke out slowly.
Suddenly all the tension that had been building for ten years disappeared in a second.
Tomorrow he could beat himself up.
But tonight he was going to disappear.

Growing Old

Growing old means obsessing about things that happened 30 years ago that meant nothing to you at the time but now seem like the key to every decision you ever made.

I didn't know when I was in my teens and early 20s bouncing back and forth between New York and Washington, D.C. that those memories would be so strong years later. I can't remember what I did last week, but I can tell you what I did every day in 1986.

I can tell you about the Amtrak trains. Roaming around Georgetown. Getting bombed in the East Village when it still was the East Village. I remember life had some meaning then and promise. Now it's just a compromise.

You can't call this a midlife crisis because I'm not planning on living until I'm 94. Just call it some ramblings from the back row.