Dickie Cronkite

Well, everything's stowed away.

(I am a moving GOD! ...ugh.)

Tomorrow, I finish this road trip across the country. It only took me six months.

'Cost me one relationship...

A TON of dough in financial aid...

But I wouldn't trade these amazing new friendships and experiences for all the cocaine in Columbia. And as everyone's favorite lovable druglord Tony Montana can attest: Thazalottayayo, maing.

You know, it's chezy, but I used to drive to Vista Del Mar and park and stare at the waves, back home in Playa, listen to their heartbreaking cacophany, and like clockwork this melancholy would grip me...every time I knew I was leaving. Every time I watched the 727s launch over the water...knowing that was me staring out of one of those miniscule windows the next day. Tonight, I looked up at Wrigley. And I felt a new pang.

I have a new love.

Her name's Chicago.

Thanks everyone. Peace.

In memory of Jeffrey - March, 2005

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2005-03-24 11:47 PM On the road Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (5) Share on Facebook	Well, everything's stowed away. (I am a moving GOD! ...ugh.) Tomorrow, I finish this road trip across the country. It only took me six months. 'Cost me one relationship... A TON of dough in financial aid... But I wouldn't trade these amazing new friendships and experiences for all the cocaine in Columbia. And as everyone's favorite lovable druglord Tony Montana can attest: Thazalottayayo, maing. You know, it's chezy, but I used to drive to Vista Del Mar and park and stare at the waves, back home in Playa, listen to their heartbreaking cacophany, and like clockwork this melancholy would grip me...every time I knew I was leaving. Every time I watched the 727s launch over the water...knowing that was me staring out of one of those miniscule windows the next day. Tonight, I looked up at Wrigley. And I felt a new pang. I have a new love. Her name's Chicago. Thanks everyone. Peace. In memory of Jeffrey - March, 2005 Read/Post Comments (5) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top
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