A Dream I Had
I was on the roof of our old school with V. It had just stopped raining.
We walked around up there, enjoying the view, but for some reason the school was in a very urban environment, surrounded by buildings taller than it or taller.
We were walking in the light rain after the heavy, around above the front entrance, when I remarked that we couldn't go that way; there was no way down.
I realized while taking a side stairwell into the bnuilding that I had been thinking of fire escapes, and that we probably wouldn't have wanted a direct outdoor route down afterall, in the rain.
Once inside, we ran into an old gym teacher, not that much older than us, but her hair was cut short now. She still looked kind of cute for a gym teacher, but kind of dykey. She started telling me - nervously, changing footing to only stand at 45 degree angles towards me and rarely making eye contact - that we
"shouldn't go up on the roof after a rain storm. There's alot of debris sometimes that comes down and people might see you" and "You might not want to be up there this early. Well, maybe late afternoon, but like now? 8 am, 8:45 am... If you're going to be up there you should be coming down no later than 5, 5:25. Other staff might see you."
I nodded soberly and assured her I understood, thinking in my head, "Yeah right, lady.
Nobody's seeing shit."
(This teacher/person doesn't exist in real life)
Alone now, I made my way down a couple flights of the front staircase.
It was the first day of school!
The whole building was a-buzz. I was kinda nervous cuz I didn't want to seem like an oldman, and I knew everyone else must be younger than me. Hands in pockets and skipping down stairs and across halls, I decided to take alternate stairwells rather than a main one.
I ran into Destroyer_MG. We noted to eachother that there were lots of seldomly-used routes for maintenance and janitorial workers that were dark or dingy, but good shortcuts between some classes. We went seperate ways.
Just inside a stairwell off the ground floor's main area, I saw the band, Drugs, come quickly down.
I remarked "Back to school, huh?"
They walked by me, the only indication they might have seen me a furtive glance or two. I lit up a smoke inside the stairwell and thought to myself, "Snobs." After a couple puffs they leaped back into the stairwell doorway to join me, shooting the shit, and telling me lots of people thought they were snobs.
Alot of students were going through the doorway, and one of the band members was kind of hogging the doorway to make it less obvious, but suddenly one of them said, laughing, "Don't you know it's illegal to smoke indoors?" Everyone laughed but then I realized where I was and how close to staff, near the office and lots of teachers, and me old enough to fine or charge, so I smoked a little longer, passed the rest off, then got lost.
It was late now, people were late for class, and there was music and still lots of people but dwindling as I made across the main area. I ran into Destroyer_MG and I asked him, "Oh yeah, what classes you in?"
He showed me his schedule and that the majority of his classes were on the level P2. "In the basement mixing up the medicine, huh?" I said.
We were standing on the side of the main area, lots of people seeing us dally.
At this point, something was going on in the main area where some of the students - I don't know if it was their choice or because they were late - were doing some kind of choreographed, modernized, r'n'b line-dance, and two teachers were sitting at a folding table in front of them directing and clapping to keep rhythm.
"What classes do you have?" MG asked me.
I took out a piece of paper. One major that wasn't bad, and - what - cooking?! Faced with the paper, I realized, fuck I don't mind cooking but now I know I don't want to learn it all year just so I can cook for OTHER people.
MG said, "Where's your classes?"
The same short-haired fictitious gym-teacher was one of the two sitting at the folding table, and at this point, there was happening a crescendo of kinda-shitty, synth pop, line-dance, techno.
She was tapping her finger as fast as she could on a Macintosh laptop touchpad to increase the volume.
"Shit," I said to Mike, "I don't have a schedule."
"Didn't you get one at (he named an outdoor location, some residential corner some blocks from there)?"
I saw the dykey gym-teacher tapping her finger look sideways at me.
"No," I said.
Standing there, I thought: "Oh well, what to do now. I guess I miss the first day of school. Guess I'll get high and wander around again." Then I woke up.
We walked around up there, enjoying the view, but for some reason the school was in a very urban environment, surrounded by buildings taller than it or taller.
We were walking in the light rain after the heavy, around above the front entrance, when I remarked that we couldn't go that way; there was no way down.
I realized while taking a side stairwell into the bnuilding that I had been thinking of fire escapes, and that we probably wouldn't have wanted a direct outdoor route down afterall, in the rain.
Once inside, we ran into an old gym teacher, not that much older than us, but her hair was cut short now. She still looked kind of cute for a gym teacher, but kind of dykey. She started telling me - nervously, changing footing to only stand at 45 degree angles towards me and rarely making eye contact - that we
"shouldn't go up on the roof after a rain storm. There's alot of debris sometimes that comes down and people might see you" and "You might not want to be up there this early. Well, maybe late afternoon, but like now? 8 am, 8:45 am... If you're going to be up there you should be coming down no later than 5, 5:25. Other staff might see you."
I nodded soberly and assured her I understood, thinking in my head, "Yeah right, lady.
Nobody's seeing shit."
(This teacher/person doesn't exist in real life)
Alone now, I made my way down a couple flights of the front staircase.
It was the first day of school!
The whole building was a-buzz. I was kinda nervous cuz I didn't want to seem like an oldman, and I knew everyone else must be younger than me. Hands in pockets and skipping down stairs and across halls, I decided to take alternate stairwells rather than a main one.
I ran into Destroyer_MG. We noted to eachother that there were lots of seldomly-used routes for maintenance and janitorial workers that were dark or dingy, but good shortcuts between some classes. We went seperate ways.
Just inside a stairwell off the ground floor's main area, I saw the band, Drugs, come quickly down.
I remarked "Back to school, huh?"
They walked by me, the only indication they might have seen me a furtive glance or two. I lit up a smoke inside the stairwell and thought to myself, "Snobs." After a couple puffs they leaped back into the stairwell doorway to join me, shooting the shit, and telling me lots of people thought they were snobs.
Alot of students were going through the doorway, and one of the band members was kind of hogging the doorway to make it less obvious, but suddenly one of them said, laughing, "Don't you know it's illegal to smoke indoors?" Everyone laughed but then I realized where I was and how close to staff, near the office and lots of teachers, and me old enough to fine or charge, so I smoked a little longer, passed the rest off, then got lost.
It was late now, people were late for class, and there was music and still lots of people but dwindling as I made across the main area. I ran into Destroyer_MG and I asked him, "Oh yeah, what classes you in?"
He showed me his schedule and that the majority of his classes were on the level P2. "In the basement mixing up the medicine, huh?" I said.
We were standing on the side of the main area, lots of people seeing us dally.
At this point, something was going on in the main area where some of the students - I don't know if it was their choice or because they were late - were doing some kind of choreographed, modernized, r'n'b line-dance, and two teachers were sitting at a folding table in front of them directing and clapping to keep rhythm.
"What classes do you have?" MG asked me.
I took out a piece of paper. One major that wasn't bad, and - what - cooking?! Faced with the paper, I realized, fuck I don't mind cooking but now I know I don't want to learn it all year just so I can cook for OTHER people.
MG said, "Where's your classes?"
The same short-haired fictitious gym-teacher was one of the two sitting at the folding table, and at this point, there was happening a crescendo of kinda-shitty, synth pop, line-dance, techno.
She was tapping her finger as fast as she could on a Macintosh laptop touchpad to increase the volume.
"Shit," I said to Mike, "I don't have a schedule."
"Didn't you get one at (he named an outdoor location, some residential corner some blocks from there)?"
I saw the dykey gym-teacher tapping her finger look sideways at me.
"No," I said.
Standing there, I thought: "Oh well, what to do now. I guess I miss the first day of school. Guess I'll get high and wander around again." Then I woke up.
The Lonely Vulcans - Night Date
A musical group which I was a member of, The Lonely Vulcans, has released an album Night Date
You can stream it through Transistor 66 Records here.
You can stream it through Transistor 66 Records here.
2009 - Monster Trash Flowers
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