Where does the good go

Taylor Tuesday

It’s a common joke among my friends that I’m roughly fourteen years old. Which, is appropriate in its own way since when I was actually fourteen, I was totally thirty.

I had a job in my high school’s alumni office — which paid nothing, but since I was there on scholarship… yeah, I know, assholes.

I worried about bills and getting into college. I never took crazy risks like jumping off high places or trying drugs or drinking alcohol. I took extra care with my books and my clothes because I knew they were expensive to replace. I raised my eyebrow at the kids who were all excited because their parents were going out and they would be left home alone.

Uh huh.

I call that “a weekday.”

The vast majority of my friends in high school were similarly “serious minded.” I wouldn’t say “mature” exactly — we would hang chess pieces in effigy after we took them from our opponent and have epic water fights on behalf of Oliver Cromwell against the tyranically king — but yeah, that was our teenage fun: Chess and world domination.

I can still remember the 11th grade dean shaking his head when he caught a bunch of us in an empty classroom after school and was like “what are you guys doing in here?”

“Um… trying to teach ourselves German. We’re sorry about being in here, but they wouldn’t let us talk in the library.”

He didn’t exactly say “looo–zzerrrrsss,” as he backed out of the room…

Of course, what he didn’t know was we were teaching ourselves German so we would be poised to take over the world! MUAHAHAHAAHAHA (In retrospect, we should have been teaching ourselves Chinese. Stupid kids!)

Ah…good times. Good times. I’ve been a bit google obsessed lately — for obvious reasons — and it’s weird how few of those guys have any internet presence at all. None have an abundant one. I doubt we’ll ever see each other again, but we’ll always have Paris, as they say.

Mostly because the French are weak and surrender quickly.

I don’t know why all the trees change in the fall
I know you’re not scared of anything at all
Don’t know if Snow White’s house is near or far away
But I know I had the best day
With you today

I’m thirteen now
And don’t know how my friends
Could be so mean

I come home crying and you hold me tight and grab the keys

And we drive and drive
Until we’ve found a town
Far enough away

And we talk and window-shop
Until I’ve forgotten all them names

I don’t know who I’m gonna talk to
Now at school
I know I’m laughing on the car ride home with you
Don’t know how long it’s gonna take to feel okay
But I know I had the best day
With you today

One Response to “Taylor Tuesday”

  1. Pdov Says:

    Hawesome! See if you preface Taylor Tuesday with an interesting blog post, I can comment and ignore Taylor. Win-win!

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