No Conflict, No Narrative

I'm still taking beach shots, so you are stuck with the "after images" for awhile. But the other site keeps getting more visitors. Yesterday, it had more than this one. I think people are more likely to tell their friends about it than about this one. It has made some Facebook rounds now. Happy. Healthy. Wholesome. That's me. Wake up the neighbors. Tell the kids.

I was at an Apple Store yesterday and went around putting the site on the computer screen and leaving it. Cheap.

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I've been trying to write the next part of the narrative, but it doesn't work out. You see--I was happy. There is nothing to write about happy. There is nothing to learn. Everything was normal. I went to school, studied, had dinners with my girlfriend and her family, played ball with her little brothers and became the male figure in their lives. And I saw my father on the weekends. I had an apartment and lived on my own for the first time in my life. It was easy.

There were a few oddities here and there, but nothing to learn from.

And so the months went by, and I was released from the doctor's care. I had applied and had been accepted to The University a hundred miles away. I would begin in the fall. Sherri and I didn't talk about it that much. It was only a hundred miles. We would see each other on the weekends, and soon, she would be going to school there, too.

And that is how it went, the days drifting by as they never had before. I felt it all deeply without words as I had felt the other in my bones, those days and nights when I dreamed that life would be different, when I went to the movies alone in the afternoons in the richer part of town, coming from the theater at dusk to walk the beautiful, half-abandoned streets past street lamps and oak trees, then driving in my car somewhere, anywhere, nowhere. I was escaping then and now I had escaped, or at least had stepped across a threshold. I saw a new world and was walking toward it with outstretched arms. There were a few things I wanted to take with me, but I never wanted to go back. I just wanted to go.