so i used to live in a place called harrison apartments on lane avenue in columbus ohio usa. this was from the year... well let me see. if i graduated from highschool in summer 2003 and then went to college in fall 2003, then fall 2004 i would have begun my second year. so in fall 2004 i begun living in harrison apartments, and lived there until likely fall 2005 as i stayed the summer that year while my roommates had moved out.
i did later get a chance to speak with one of my roommates, years later. my 23rd birthday, in beavercreek ohio. he came to me. as did another of my old friends. in 2009. and it was interesting. i got a chance to speak to the guy about how i kept to myself. about how i could have indeed spoken more. and all that. so i did. and it was good. it was an amazing conversation. and i got a chance to get alot off my chest.
the guy was called curt. the other guy was called kirby. i graduated MVS highschool in 2003, meaning my freshman year there was 1999. well... summer of 2003, meaning the school year began in fall of 2002. so i guess... fall of 1998? which would make... the one year i spent in their "middle" school be from the years fall of 1997 to summer of 1998. i met curt during that first year, from the fall of 1997 to summer of 1998. i met kirby in that first year of highschool, from the fall of 1998, to the summer of 1999. all three of us, kirby curt and myself, played soccer together. i actually managed to get the three of us to sit down and do some songs and stuff on a picnic table in MVS at the edge of the soccer field. Kirby joined a friend of mine named Kelvin in the fall of 1998 to summer of 1999 period to record a little song called masters of the night. interesting stuff... heh.
Another interesting thing durnig that whole tenure at MVS from the fall of 1998 to the summer of 2003. well, the tenure at the miami valley high school. Matt White broke his own arm running into a pole... yep. there was also the soccer deal which must have happened my senior year. fall of 2002 through summer of 2003. for whatever reason everyone in my class was relatively decent about hazing people. i mean i dont really think we ever had our own equivolent of evan hatten or blake nolan. those guys were fucking insane. heh. but then maybe that was just my fearful view at the time.
and i do actually remember our last soccer game, sitting on the bench with stadium lights across the field, a jv player kicked up to varsity for the final game, and it was emotional for the coach, mario carillo. we all could kinda romanticize it a bit, sitting on the field with the lights in the twilight. playing hard but losing ugly. but that day was not so much about the game as it was about the passing of the torch, the ushering on of the children who had done their time, and the chance for a new veteran to take the top rank, and a new newbie to come and be the chum bucket cleaner.
i remember getting on stage for senior recidal, which would be the fall of 2002 through summer of 2003 year, and yeah... that was nice. standing ovation from people like mandy gutmann and who else... elizabeth grimes maybe?... it was interesting. all of the beautiful girls who i'd consecutively had crushes on, suddenly liked me, and for what? a song on a stage. apparently it held some power, apparently i had some power, because i had the power to make them sing and clap in joy. smiles, standing folks, claps. it was great. and i just loved how it seemed finally after years of just kinda minding my own business, i had this moment of shared extasy with all these people who i'd rubbed elbows with for in some cases up to five years, and they managed to see the joyful kid i was inside, and they liked it. its a shame i cuoldn't have come out of the shell more often, but that one experience assured me that yes i was human and yes these people were approachable, that yse there were parts of myself these folks liked, and that perhaps i was going about this whole people thing wrong.
i participated in an open mic-contest thing in ohio state freshman year, which would be from fall 2003 to spring 2004. that year was eventful. just the roommates alone were crazy. i had 2 to start, one moved out, then the other, neither really felt they liked me, and both found places elsewhere. so i began with a 3 bed-room, and ended up with just one. i don't know exactly why it broke down like that, but perhaps they were just fucking racist heh. perhaps they didn't know how to deal with people different than them. but yeah. indian kid with a head covering ends up alone in his 3-bed room. rem was crazy. mark was just interested in his own shit. but then the replacements came. the football player, who had a couch he slept on intead of the... well... basically instead of the bed. kicked his girlfriend in the face with his knee after he stuck his finger into the electrical socket. apparently had all these stories of crazy sex parties and shit that he and his football player friends would go to and just have massive sex with tons of chicks. rediculous shit hah. but the dude was like raunchy as fuck. grimy, grotey, i couldnt see what any chick could find nice about the guy. but yeah. after that, there was the drug dealer. and he was fucking crazy. we had beer cans all over the table, my head got gashed open, and uh... yeah. he got himself kicked out, and earned me a warning for the booze hah. and then after that... well... heh. that was oui. and he didnt last long either. but he was my gay roommate, who i had for a little while. basically most people couldnt get over the fact that my clothes were lying around, but really. fucking clothes lying around? ive seen MUCH worse. i didnt leave food out, there was never much of a mess. just clothes. so im guessing it had more to do with me. apparently i had a dark cloud over my head, either that or they were racist ohioans, which isnt hard to imagine heh. i think though people got i wanted to keep to myself and they didn't bother me too much. i guess i still hadn't yet learned how to talk to people, carrying that over from 5 years of highschool. (98-03). but i kinda relate that to my being a third culture kid, during the years of my immigration (92-95). and how that kinda effected things afterwards.
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