#00Buck Posted July 8, 2016 Share Posted July 8, 2016 This post has been sitting on my drive for a while but the Closure & Memories thread by @DevilishlyHandsome49 motivated me to put it up. I was in a plaza with a beer store not too long ago. I don’t drink very often and I don’t find myself near beer stores at all. I went in to see if there was anything I’d want to try. Another customer was picking up some beer. Where I come from the beer stores have a metal track with little metal wheels and they throw the cases of beer onto the track and it rolls out into the front where you can grab the case. The bang of the case hitting the track and the sound of the spinning wheels took me back in time to the last time I was actually in a beer store. My dad used to take us in our rusty beat up old car. We’d start by chanting “come on car” because it never started on the first try and needed some encouragement. We would round up the empties to trade them in and my dad would buy a case of beer and we’d wait at the end of the metal track to catch it as it came rolling out. I remember the old train tracks with trains passing by blowing their horns and the parking lot full of old cardboard and garbage. Sometimes we would have bottles that they would refuse to take so we would walk to the giant glass dumpsters. They had one for each color of glass and my brothers and I would take turns throwing the bottles against the back walls of the dumpsters and watching them shatter. When I was small I had a babysitter. She lived a few doors down the street from me. She was a lot older than me. She was half Japanese just like me. She was also beautiful and I mean hauntingly beautiful. She dressed in punk rock fashions and knew all the cool music. She used to take some of the babysitting money she would get and buy us records to listen to. Anyone who buys you a Kraftwerk album for a present is pretty cool. I used to be jealous of her spiky haired punk rock boyfriends. Not because there was anything special about them. The only thing that they had that I wanted was her. She was incredible in a way that every unattainable person is. She was totally out of reach. I met her boyfriends and stared at them with jealousy. They thought my crush on her was funny and cute and I was really annoyed by that. Sometimes her brother would invite us over to hang out at their place. Their house was a different realm of existence than ours. Their father worked in the film industry and made good money. The brother’s room was full of model planes hanging from the ceiling, movie posters, role-playing games, comic books, manga posters, and artwork. There was something fun everywhere you looked. His room was cool but his sister’s room was something else entirely. There was something about being in a pretty girls room. She had decorated every surface of every wall. There was something delicate or eye catching everywhere your eye landed. Her room was darker than her brothers. It seemed warmer and quieter too. Being in her room alone with her was like being on another planet. I remember sitting on her bed next to her and thinking she looked like the physical manifestation of some kind of punk rock love song. No matter how much time passes certain sounds and songs snap me right back in time to other parts of my life. There is an anime soundtrack that took me right back in time to her. I didn’t hear the soundtrack when I was young because it didn’t exist yet but there is something about it that just takes me back. Now I play it on purpose when I miss her just so I can be with her in my head for a few minutes. I’m sure if I found her today she wouldn’t live up to the person who she is in my head. The person in my head is the one I want to visit. I don’t really know how real my version of her ever was but it is the one I want to be with. 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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