Bitamin V

Nineteen hours ago,
four friends and I were sitting around a kitchen table
thinking of something fun we could do.
Four of us had seen
"The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" last night
and were in a particular mood
to enjoy our one chance at youth.

One of us,
I can't remember which one,
jokingly said:
"We should go to Chicago."

An hour after that,
we were all at Wal-Mart
buying 5 hour energy shots.

And less than an hour after that
we were all packed in a car driving to Chicago.
For no reason at all.

We sang and danced on the way there
laughed until we cried
and chewed a lot of gum

We didn't get to the city until about 2am

And it was empty
It felt like it was there especially for us

Barely a soul walking on the street
save for an occasional bum
or a couple stumbling home from the club

We drove past the Sears tower
The HancockBuilding
Millenium Park
The Water Tower
and everywhere else

We went to a Dunkin Donuts
at 3am
I got chocolate one.
With sprinkles.
Of course.

We left shortly after 4am

We sang "99 bottles"on the way home
but stopped at 69 bottles

When we finally got backat about 6 am
everyone was extremely tired
and went home

I was still so wired
I went to the beach
to watch the sunrise

I actually watched
the sun rise
to the point where it burned
my eyes

I know your mom says that's not a good idea.
But a lot of things aren't.

The city couldn't love me

I swear
when I drive
through the city

I am the only one there

In a city of a half a million

People
smarter,
more interesting,
tougher,
and god knows,
more attractive

than me.

But
I am different

and the city recognizes that.
and mocks me because of it.

Melissa doesn't like us.

On days when work is slow,
I will sit
and pour over
hundreds of pictures
of people I don't know
and critique
the smallest things about them.

"Those highlights look trashy"

Sometimes
I think some pretty malicious things
And I think
these people would be
absolutely crushed
if they knew I did this

"I bet he's adopted"

When I sell pictures,
and people notice
the smallest imperfections
about themselves,
I tell them

no one will notice but you.

But, that's a lie.
I noticed.
And so will everyone else.

"You don't match. At all"

But I want you to feel better about yourself.
And I want you to spend a lot of money.

"That's an ugly baby"

Agressively passive.

So much for keeping a consistant blog. Right?

Maybe I'll give it a go again...later.