Summer's gone and I lost my shoe. Well actually I'm not johnny gourley nor did I lose a shoe, forgive my wit in utilizing a lyric to start out an otherwise contrived work of non fiction. Regardless as was predicted at the very end you don't want it to end. Grasping on to thoughts and people like the straw from the hay pile, desperately trying to clutch before the wind blows them away. But it is inevitable and all things must come to a close.
Some goodbyes were skipped and some were scorned but they are all appreciated in some way that most will never know. It's ironic how this summer was the worst summer of my life and yet in retrospect when it is brought up in conversation people seem to sway back in forth in a mesmerized manner, almost wishing they were me. I guess on the surface the fractured outline of the truth does sound quite promising. A movie, a video store, the radio, piermont. All almost unobtainable in thought to achieve in one summer as if the holy grail of some sort of media trifecta was achieved.
Which leads me to the question. Was piermonts pull perhaps actually a good thing? As degrading and infuriating one can be while dealing with and understanding the type of people who dwell there I cant seem but get a sense of calming understanding. Not in any way that makes any sort of relevant or tangible sense. The people there as a whole still practice their better then everyone attitude coupled with their infectious taste for the grand. All I know is that worse things could have happened to me this summer then piermont. The dinosaur cup on my desk is affirmation of that.
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