fullmetalgerbil

Yeah, I forgot to bring my camera earlier for the fireworks. They were alright, though I thought all the boats out on the lake were more interesting. Swarms of them.

Fuck, its been kind of a long day and as I write this its pretty damn late at night. I’ve tried to pin down the best time of day to write-like when the ideas flow the best or whatever-but I haven’t been able to figure it out. Mainly its because any time of day or night I just sit here and stare at the blinking cursor until I can think of something to cuss about. Tonight though, I cant seem to get worked up about anything. I’m listening to Judas Priest’s Point of Entry album thinking I should have bought that Technics turntable at the thrift store the other day. All it needed was a needle and they only wanted seven bucks for it. It wasn’t a 1200 model or anything but it was still purty nice. Somehow I have the idea that one day I’ll be at a garage sale or something and I’ll find a pristine record player with all parts accounted for.

I really need to get out and document the neighborhood some more before Dee and I move back to Scranton. It’s not certain yet, well sometimes it is and sometimes it isn’t, but I have the feeling we’ll move back there. I dunno, I really like Erie but I’ve lived a bunch of different places and things are usually so-so no matter where one goes. I mean, I’ve lived right next to the Pacific ocean and its not like it really played a major part in my daily grind. It was just there. Kinda like lake Erie only saltier. But thats the thing, like there’s this big huge small inland sea sized lake here and all I really see of it is the bay when me and Dee go to feed the ducks. Its not like I’m parafuckingsailing or tooling around on a sailboat or whatever bourgoise water sports people who actually have money engage in. Well, thats not entirely true. Dee and I are planning on going out on a charter boat this summer, but the other 364 days out of the year we’ll be doing basically the same shit we’d be doing if we lived in Arizona or wherever, fucking Dakota for that matter.

Yet still, besides even the lake, there’s just something about Erie I cant really put my finger on but it still makes this one of the best places I’ve ever lived. It just rises way above so-so. My wife thinks so too, and I guess thats why the moving back to Scranton thing hasn’t quite set itself in stone yet. Well, we’ll just have to see. But they don’t call this the best city in Pa. for nothin.