I know what you thought this was gonna be about but it's not. The other day for some reason I was rummaging through the junk that I have collected over the years and I found a little reminder of the past. Like a "message in a bottle", the song by the police, and also like some junk I left lying around, this discovery takes me down memory(mammory) lane.
I've always liked writing little jokes, mainly to amuse my friends and make people like me, but also just for the jokes.
In high school I used to work at a key cutting store. In a metaphorical way I had a lot of power, I was The Keeper Of All Keys. But in a more realistic way I was an underpaid loser with a shitty job that I was really good at but did very badly.
You could sum up my high school years with three concepts, Pearl Jam, cigarrettes and coffee. There was other stuff involved, but that is pretty much the gist of it.
Anyway, I was The Keeper Of All Keys, and in between naps on my shift I would make mazes for my friends to play and write silly little things. Well apparently I was trying to write a script for a teen angst movie on a 2" by 8" notepad. I found these sheets of the notepad with snappy dialogue and generally wacky stuff on them that I wrote those years ago, and its damn good stuff.
I read it and noticed that my way of expressing myself has not gotten one bit better since then. I haven't learned any new words, gotten any new ideas or had a change in my point of view. I love that. I'm not evolving, I'm like the platypus. I found what suited me and baa-doingg, that brought me to today. I'm just cleaning my duck bill, flapping my flippers and laying eggs. Fucking A.
I'm gonna evolve the old fashioned way, by falling apart.
This isn't meant to be funny, its basically just filler while I stall instead of writing some actual shit for the month of June.
There will be more stuff in June, soon.