Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Summer Nights in West Texas

Wow, I just got pulled over by a cop for the second time in less than three months. This time, I inched forward too much and failed to signal 100 feet before the turn. Granted, it was about 2:20 AM, but still. I mean, c'mon, give me a break. I received a verbal warning and yes, I'm fucking thankful. Gah, if I had gotten another ticket, that would have sucked exponentially. The first ticket was awarded to me in May when I failed to stop at a stop sign on campus. I'll give it to that cop- it's like mom said, "You could have been a predator for all he knew." The cop tonight, well, I simply think he thought I was drunk. I do, however, have this idea that these two cops haven't liked my liberal, pro-environment, and evocative stickers. Fuck 'em. I kept thinking, "I hate cops, I hate all cops, I HATE all cops." I really don't. I have clocked a few going well over the speed limit and doing other trivial illegal things, but of course, I've never seen a cop pull over another cop. The system is corrupt. Whatever.

The point of this post was to illuminate how I have really enjoyed being in, dare I say it, Lubbock, Texas. These past weeks have been relaxing. No, I don't have a job and I have very few commitments (the ones I do have I tend to half-ass or procrastinate on, duh) so it's only logical that I am having such a nice time. Yes, I do waste time watching Weeds on Netflix and sleeping until the early afternoon, but I'm enjoying myself! Very much. Leave it up to my mother to point out where I'm drifting from "the norm".
I love her. So much. And that's all I'll say about her.

It's been wonderful to step outside around 8:30 PM, see the clouds roll in, let the dogs rest on the back porch with me, and just sit in silence. I hear the last songs of the birds as they settle down for the night. I feel the temperature gradually drop and the breeze quicken around my body. It's transforming.
I am a creature of the night.

Rain may come.
Last night, I was trying to catch up on my reading and I decided to sit out back again. Despite the few bug bites, it's was calming to listen to the rain and have jazz playing on one of the public radio stations. If you live in Lubbock, 88.1 FM is nonstop Jazz in the evening and all-day BBC broadcasts. Bliss.

This world is good. Very good. One can say whatever he or she pleases to blame this or that for the evil that saturates our societies. Fuck it. What the hell does he or she know? Only what he or she knows, and that's it.

Hmm, I'll leave my other thoughts for another night.

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