I was at CostCo, the great vacuum attached to my wallet, and I picked up my pictures from Boston. All 11 rolls. Yah, and guess what, no pictures of Pork Honey. I think it was a conspiracy. Maybe he can't be photographed lest his spirit be taken. I wonder.
At any rate, I was cruising through the store (never do this unless you're under direct supervision), and I found things that I wanted to buy. I picked them up and just put them in my cart. The cart, by the way, is the size of a Ford Focus. Seats a family of four. So this philosophy of market wisdom is if your cart has the little wire squares still exposed, you will want to fill it up so your shit in the cart doesn't go flying around OR you feel compelled for some godforsaken reason to fill your cart because the freakin' Armageddon might strike us all down, and thank god for the 24 pack of vienna sausage cause I wouldn't know what the hell to do.
I picked up a skirt, bananas, salami (no there is no correlation between the phallus-like qualities of my food choices), baguettes, cucumbers (just kidding about the last two), and a CD from the group Journey. You might be thinking Journey? Aint' you the ghetto lovin' girly shake that ass like an atlanta extra on a ludacris video? Well, yes I am, but I love some white folk music. So I slip the CD in on my way home, and I start hearing music from my past. Then the weirdest thing goes through me, like I'm feelin' as if I was back in the day, chillin' under the stars with my bro and his friends, hanging out with no cares. I'm transported into a space where I'm another person, no worries, no fears. I started to sing these songs, even though I haven't heard them in years, and the words spill out like nothing.
It's amazing, the way that music impacts you, as if to tell you don't forget about me, I'm still here in your head, waiting for you to remember. When you hear that slow song that you and your ex danced to. When you hear the song that was played at your graduation. When you hear that song someone sang to you many years ago. The song you heard as a kid, you in bed just thinking of anything. When you find the song you want to play at your funeral (don't ask, but we all have one, don't we). The song that you've always wanted to sing to someone but never had the guts to.
Feel it snap you back into a place and time and space and air that's long gone. But it's there, always there, waiting for you to remember.
When the lights go down in the City, and the sun shines on the Bay
Ooh I want to be there in my City
So you think you're lonely, well my friend I'm lonely too
I want to get back to my City by the Bay
It's sad, oh there's been mornings out on the road without you
Without your charms
What song's racing through your head right now?
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