A Little Ditty
I stepped in a time warp and fell into a hole that wreaked of familiarity. It was one of the places I used to live when I was a little girl. It was so strange to walk amongst the tenement buildings and hear laughter and shouts; smell stale beer, marijuana and honey suckle; feel sorrow and joy; to see a place so empty and so full at the same time.
Paul and I bought a bunch of candy at the grocery store. We then sat in the car and sifted through childhood memories and chewed strawberry Bubble Yum. Blowing huge bubbles, I felt his protective anger when I shared sad things. Aaah. Soothing like pissing on yourself without fear of consequences. I felt his laughter vibrate through me when I shared funny things. Aaah. Heart opening again. We sang some of the pop songs we remembered from back in the day more out of tune than in.
...a little ditty 'bout Jack & Diane
two kids growin' up in the heartland...
It was one of the best dates I have ever had.
posted by Melissa Ayotte @ 3:24 PM
5 Comments:
That sounds cool; and yet strangely sad. I'm glad you had that experience and that you have a partner so open to such things. We should all be so lucky.
Ah, wuv. Twue wuv.
me too. Thank you
I remember that song... and I remember kids singing it at the top of their lungs, and even then I thought, god, what hideously depressing lyrics, and now looking back I think how actually hilarious for these fresh-faced kids to be bellowing about the thrill of living being gone...etc.
Hey Funky - Good to see you again. It has been awhile.
Technically tenement just means rental property and sometimes means low income, run down rental property. In my case it was the latter and this particular place was like the projects because there was building after building all around the one where I lived. Not far from us were homes that were owned. These were about a half a block away and I used to walk through these homes on my way to and from the store. I used to think these people were rich because they had homes and cars and such. The projects are like a hole that you fall into and everything outside seems so surreal. Going back now it is the projects that are so surreal.
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