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Forlorn Hope

24th May, 2005. 2:56 pm. Back on the Chain Gang

Well it seems that I'm back for another summer at the TTC, a summer that will leave me thinking again of time. Einstein once said of relativity "When you are courting a pretty girl, an hour seems like a second. When you are sitting on a red hot poker, a second seems like an hour. That is relativity." I can understand what he was saying, having spent my share of time on the trail of pretty girls and working in jobs where the clock seems to being going backwards.

My old partner from the night shift last summer, the future lawyer from U of T who said he'd kill his own son if his son was gay, is gone. My fellow summer student is an 18 year old just finishing high school. Makes me think back to when I was 18..... I turned 18 in the front seat of my friend Ron's truck, the girl I thought I loved sat between us and leaned close to me. We went to Playdium and Hooters for my 18th birthday, well it was my last day as a 17 year old. Ron was driving us back to where I had parked my car when the clock hit midnight. Part of me trembled and I was praying to God for just one kiss, one simple brush of her lips against my cheek, my mouth, my forehead.... anywhere. She never kissed me. I was nothing more than a friend and later events convinced me that I was being used. I always fall for the wrong girls.

I feel for the wrong type of girl last summer. The few people reading this probably have a good idea about some of that sad story. But I've learned my lesson from that whole experience, always make sure that when you fall for someone you're really falling for them not who they appear to be. I learned that lesson about 5 years too late.

Well back to thinking about work. Another summer back on the chain gang.

Current mood: Tired.
Current music: "Back on the Chain Gang".

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