Well today was something else. Woke up today next to a girl. We can talk about last night but the story reveals itself. Why is it so cold? Damnit she hogged the sheets. Women. How pretty they are. All the SAME! Get out of bed. Start routine. Eat a hard-boiled egg. Turns out to be a not-boiled egg. Damnit. I put on my nice shoes and new shirt. Get out of the house! Nope she's awake. INTERMISSION. Wow, european girls are so much easier to talk to. That took a GRAND TOTAL of 10 mins as opposed to the 3 HOURS of most of these "morning after conversations." Decides to make me breakfast too. I was meant to live in this country. Parents come around and pick me up. Thanks for the place to sleep and I'm off. 2 hour ride to grandmothers house we go. Last night she had a special on TV for her 80th birthday. My mom was on it. Cheers all around. Holland has become a warzone. It's New Years Eve and since 3pm you can't stand outside without hearing an explosion every 10 seconds. All fireworks are legal. We're here. Start with the courtesies. Three kisses: left cheek, right cheek, left cheek for the female relatives. A firm handshake for the males. I'm the oldest of my generation not counting half-cousins. I kill someone if they get the inheritance before I do. The half-breed morons. They look like european supermodels but have the brains of small rodents. Cut the cake. Flowers arriving every ten minutes. Alot of people from televisions past. Become friends with a 70-year-old man named Marius. Good friend of my grandfathers. Recieve a gift from my grandfather. Leatherbound. Recite my poem. Grandmother cries. My heart melts. I'm the only one to have done this. Perhaps I do have a gift after all. I want to make people happy. Well-known MC in Holland Freek de Jonge steals a copy of my poem. Says he wants to show it to a friend. We'll see what comes of it. Need to write a letter to Joop Van Den Ende, other family friend and powerful entertainment mogul in Holland. Get a job perhaps. Road to success is hard, but a famous grandma helps. On the way back to our temporary residence, I tear up to the Jeff Buckley cover of Hallelujah playing on the radio. While the song plays I can see the countryside and the skies over the Dutch cities and towns. Everyone is setting off fireworks and the sky is dotted with explosions of light and color. Is it tuned to the music? Life is so beautiful. Why do we waste it so often? We have come so far and done so much. Why is there ever a reason to be down? Are we that selfish? I know I am. I know you are. However, it's nice to see the lights of a city once in a while and think "I am proud to be a part of this." Radio announcer says that "Hallelujah" was the song he sang to his grandmother as she lay dying because he didn't have the courage to say he loved her. I'm thinking of Dad. We're home. I've got nobody to kiss at midnight because I'm surrounded by family and nobody to love. Sometimes europe is lonely at night... Happy New Year. Make a wish.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
The Year Anew I Think Of You
Well today was something else. Woke up today next to a girl. We can talk about last night but the story reveals itself. Why is it so cold? Damnit she hogged the sheets. Women. How pretty they are. All the SAME! Get out of bed. Start routine. Eat a hard-boiled egg. Turns out to be a not-boiled egg. Damnit. I put on my nice shoes and new shirt. Get out of the house! Nope she's awake. INTERMISSION. Wow, european girls are so much easier to talk to. That took a GRAND TOTAL of 10 mins as opposed to the 3 HOURS of most of these "morning after conversations." Decides to make me breakfast too. I was meant to live in this country. Parents come around and pick me up. Thanks for the place to sleep and I'm off. 2 hour ride to grandmothers house we go. Last night she had a special on TV for her 80th birthday. My mom was on it. Cheers all around. Holland has become a warzone. It's New Years Eve and since 3pm you can't stand outside without hearing an explosion every 10 seconds. All fireworks are legal. We're here. Start with the courtesies. Three kisses: left cheek, right cheek, left cheek for the female relatives. A firm handshake for the males. I'm the oldest of my generation not counting half-cousins. I kill someone if they get the inheritance before I do. The half-breed morons. They look like european supermodels but have the brains of small rodents. Cut the cake. Flowers arriving every ten minutes. Alot of people from televisions past. Become friends with a 70-year-old man named Marius. Good friend of my grandfathers. Recieve a gift from my grandfather. Leatherbound. Recite my poem. Grandmother cries. My heart melts. I'm the only one to have done this. Perhaps I do have a gift after all. I want to make people happy. Well-known MC in Holland Freek de Jonge steals a copy of my poem. Says he wants to show it to a friend. We'll see what comes of it. Need to write a letter to Joop Van Den Ende, other family friend and powerful entertainment mogul in Holland. Get a job perhaps. Road to success is hard, but a famous grandma helps. On the way back to our temporary residence, I tear up to the Jeff Buckley cover of Hallelujah playing on the radio. While the song plays I can see the countryside and the skies over the Dutch cities and towns. Everyone is setting off fireworks and the sky is dotted with explosions of light and color. Is it tuned to the music? Life is so beautiful. Why do we waste it so often? We have come so far and done so much. Why is there ever a reason to be down? Are we that selfish? I know I am. I know you are. However, it's nice to see the lights of a city once in a while and think "I am proud to be a part of this." Radio announcer says that "Hallelujah" was the song he sang to his grandmother as she lay dying because he didn't have the courage to say he loved her. I'm thinking of Dad. We're home. I've got nobody to kiss at midnight because I'm surrounded by family and nobody to love. Sometimes europe is lonely at night... Happy New Year. Make a wish.
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