self portrait two

2002-01-12 [ 02:13 am ]
I always remember that it was impossible for animators to get their characters looking right when they were drawn face on. The Simpsons, Peanuts, it always looks a little odd.

I watched an old English project from when I was seventeen tonight... It made me realize how much I have grown, and changed. I was such a "cow" when I was seventeen, as Mel would say... Mel makes me feel young when I talk to her, which is a GOOD thing. Really. She makes me feel seventeen like I should have been...

Do you think I look like Ethan from Survivor: Africa? I don't know... maybe a bit. Ethan is the name of my newborn nephew. I talk often about revelations and epiphanies, but I tell you when you are formerly the youngest in your family, it is absolutlely mind-bending to hold your brother's son in your arms. The same brother who you always wanted to be like...

I shed a tear when I saw my old car in this tape tonight. So many memories... I remember on our first date Kim sketched some asinine and cute things on the windows we fogged up. The outline remained until the very end, and likely does to this day. Wherever it lies...

All I can do now is lean back in this chair that I don't even own. I don't own anything, really. All I can do is lean back and reflect, and laugh about where I have been, and shed a tear at the memories of friends on VHS who are gone forever.

Because from here I will just sit back and soak in the toxins of this world. I hope I shall become a marketable product. But I will preach on no further, motha.

photo by: kam2k