If it's the last thing we ever do 003

While at the rave we ran into this one guy who had done time in Boston. Mike mentioned to him that I was getting ready to move there. In a matter of days. I actually think this was my last day at the theatre but between the two of us we are not really sure. I have some pisture from Yodie's camera that will hold the answer to this question. The pictures were taken my last night there while waiting for the final showings to close up. While rwe ran around and trashed empty theatres. I'll see if I can find them. Anyway, this guy started going off about stuff I should do once I get there. Stuff that didn't sound fun at all. Stuff I never did do. Then he asked me if I new what the Green Monster was. I said that i did but I was too drunk to remember now. Which was kind of true. I just didn't want to hear his drunk rambling anymore. I go out to watch people not to engage in conversations. "Get into the groove Stay out of my way I came here to drink not to get laid" -The Dead Milmen. But he still insisted on telling me. While I proceeded to twirl my glow stick. Something I am prone to doing at raves. Who needs drugs when there are impressionable minds to play with? I finally got tired of his bullshit and Mike and I went back to my apartment to pack shit. "Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody, I got some money cause I just got paid" - Sam Cooke

Also some time in the final weeks I bought a business travelers atlas. It was spiral bound so the pages held there place better. And it had information about tolls. The toll information that it provided was what caused me to map arounf the Pennsylvania Turnpike. It said that the tols amounted to something like $14. Bullshit. I will save 10 dollars if I just go though PA on another highway. I'll have to look for that too. So I mapped it out all the way to Boston via Columbia.

I ended up moving out of the apartment a couple of days late. The last night there my mother and her husband came over to help with the move out clean up. I never got my deposit back but I never had to pay anything either. Betwwen the three of us we got almost everything loaded in the car, all thw holes patched, everything cleaned and what was left thrown away. We sat and talked a while before we said our good-bye's. Then I drove the Corolla over to my dad's house. I was suppose to leave that night but I was too exhausted to. Since he was out of town it made it easy to sneak in. Then I passed out. There is no falling asleep when you are that tired. When I finally woke up the next day I started making phone calls letting every one know that I was running behind schedule. When I got a hold of Mike he said he was coming over. So we sat there bullshitting about stuff. Then I heard a key in the lock. Dad's home. "Dude, what are you doing here?" So I told him. Then he asked if I could move my car out of the garages. Sure, I just didn't want to leave it packed out sitting in the street over night. This turned out to be an important test. I could not see anything out of the passangers side mirror when backing up. So Mike and I headed up to Wally World to get a spot mirror. When we got back the three of us fixed it good. And then I threw the bag and everything into the Corolla. Because of that mindless action I know the date for this whole thing. The bag contained the date and approximate time of my departure on the receipt. I aactually have that framed now. With a frame purchased at the same chain. Had to do that way. Just seemed right.



So now it was time to leave. A few more phone calls. My dad and I said good bye. With the little hand pat and everything. "Well call us when you get there, cool dude." Sure. I actually hadn't planned on it. What I had planned on was leaving and never coming back. Never calling. Never visiting. Falling off the face of the planet. Didn't turn out that way but that was the plan. Then I turned to say good bye to Mike and he said he was going to follow me out. I kinda smirked and said he better call Sara -not yet his wife -because it was going to be a long drive. Then he said something anout not following me that far. Then we did a gas check. Looking back I probably should have done this before I loaded up the car, but that is just one of the many things you learn from something like this. he had a full tank and I had half a tank. Was I going to fill up now? No, I was getting the hell out of there beforeI changed my mind. I know that city like the back of my hand, so I am sure Mike new why I was not taking the quickest way out. "Goodbye Porpoise Spit". If I remember correctly we went down the expressway past the hospital and the mall the heeld the theatre. And out from there. "And the wheels on the black top A startin' to whine As I pass that Oklahoma City limit sign" - Toby Keith . I was laughing like a psycho on my way out. My time had come I was finally getting out. Now.

It was probably half an hour before I pulled over for gas. That seems right for how long it would take to make sure I was in the next county. I wanted to make sure I was out of OKC before I stopped but I knew mike had to pick Sara up from work or somewhere. I pulled into this shithole 'Mom and Pop" Texaco that i had never been to before or since. I filled up and got more beverage and then Mike and I said goobye. He knew I no intention of ever talking to him again, nomatter how good of a friend he was. He gave me something that I really don't remember. Hair things I believe. Then we got back in our cars. We waved as he went up his exit back and I passed under the bridge to mine out. I was on my own now. 10 pm on a dark empty highway is where I did my crying. See you in hell you rat bastards. "Who doesn't know what I'm talking about Who's never left home, who's never struck out" -Dixie Chicks