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Two Generations
Jun. 10th, 2005 12:29 amThey say sometimes it's helpful to look at the past, but never stare.
My Aunt and Uncle are visiting Hamilton on their way from Saskatoon to their summer home on the South Shore of Nova Scotia. Driving with my cousin past my old house and neighbourhood on our way to have a drink. The girl I used to baby sit is driving a car and is often drinking at the same bar I do. Tomorrow night before she leaves for NYC again to go do some more modelling.
Any of my NYC gays wanna hang out with a really hot and smart 19 year old girl? Seriously, I think she need to meet some cool people. She drinks real good too.
But my old neighbourhood. It was head-spins and heart aches tonight. The houses of friends I've lost track of and every crack in the pavement. This isn't the first time I've been in the area and felt somewhere between ecstatic relief and heart popping sadness. I think I need to spend an evening just laying on the sidewalk, feeling the heat of concrete on my back and watching the ants. It'd probably be strange for a grown man to be seen doing that. But most everyone in the neighbourhood still knows who I am and maybe they'd understand?
It's best not to stare.
Spent last night in TO with two of my cousins and Uncle. I'm addicted to that big city energy as the hispters on Queen West prepare their hair for NXNE. My Uncle is a funny man. British, grew up in North Africa, almost died of malaria, English Professor and budding abstract expressionist painter of sorts. I see him rarely as him and my Aunt teach in the North of Saskatchewan in places like Uranium City. We enjoy the evening in Toronto with dinner and drinks here and there. Challenging my youngest cousin to painting canvas himself and piercing his ears.
I really like my family.
My Aunt and Uncle are visiting Hamilton on their way from Saskatoon to their summer home on the South Shore of Nova Scotia. Driving with my cousin past my old house and neighbourhood on our way to have a drink. The girl I used to baby sit is driving a car and is often drinking at the same bar I do. Tomorrow night before she leaves for NYC again to go do some more modelling.
Any of my NYC gays wanna hang out with a really hot and smart 19 year old girl? Seriously, I think she need to meet some cool people. She drinks real good too.
But my old neighbourhood. It was head-spins and heart aches tonight. The houses of friends I've lost track of and every crack in the pavement. This isn't the first time I've been in the area and felt somewhere between ecstatic relief and heart popping sadness. I think I need to spend an evening just laying on the sidewalk, feeling the heat of concrete on my back and watching the ants. It'd probably be strange for a grown man to be seen doing that. But most everyone in the neighbourhood still knows who I am and maybe they'd understand?
It's best not to stare.
Spent last night in TO with two of my cousins and Uncle. I'm addicted to that big city energy as the hispters on Queen West prepare their hair for NXNE. My Uncle is a funny man. British, grew up in North Africa, almost died of malaria, English Professor and budding abstract expressionist painter of sorts. I see him rarely as him and my Aunt teach in the North of Saskatchewan in places like Uranium City. We enjoy the evening in Toronto with dinner and drinks here and there. Challenging my youngest cousin to painting canvas himself and piercing his ears.
I really like my family.
