The Open Matt Project

Get Ready

A good, perhaps unhealthy, portion of my readers have expressed a yearning for the old days where I was significantly more morose and despondant. For those readers, I'd like to reward your patience with this posting.

Tonight I decided to untether myself to mid-90's level and simply follow my instincts. I extended myself to my surroundings at Jupiter, as usual, and found myself at the wrong end of a sports team argument. I know precisely nothing about sports. I made no friends there.

I re-engaged with my associates, a small group of IT professionals, and attempted to bridge the gap from cerebral mechanics to emotional experience. I met with some success (miracle of miracles). I brought in a dreadlocked girl and her friend, and found myself explaining the Jupiter rat infestation through personal demonstration. I showed how the rats climb through the thick overgrowth there by climbing up the overgrowth, which was about 20 feet high, and over the wall to the next-door location. I'm certain if I'd been caught I would have been 86ed from the place, but nobody employed there noticed.

It was a moment of true excitement. I loved every minute of it. After I had climbed the wall, I found myself on the other side, with a chain-link fence to go over. My teenage years paid off and I went over it lickedy split. Again, I loved every minute of it.

At the end of the night, better known as "last call", I headed out, got the number of the dreadlocked girl, and decided to walk to Cody's house.

That, my friends, is a long fucking walk. It's just past the rose garden, which is probably a good quarter to half mile from my house. Uphill. But I was feeling myself, and I was feeling like I wanted to go there and not listen to any sort of nattering logic about walking distance.

I walked up there and listened at the door and heard some kind of noise - a TV or radio or something. I knocked, and heard Cody say "just a minute" and open the door. I went in, but found that Liz was in the shower, shitfaced (somewhat like me, except without the sexy independant walking angle) and ready to come out and make yet another scene. Maybe later I'll get into that, but for now, I'll say that I saw it was time to go. I told Cody I wanted to see her, and then left.

I walked home, stopping at the rose garden to watch the moon and think about how time had passed (without passing me by), and then made it home. Hungry as a motherfucker, I whipped up some spaghetti and sauce and sucked it down - before sacking out, fully clothed, in my blessed-by-god bed.

But not before I wrote all this.

Posted by Matt at March 6, 2004 03:11 AM