Went for a little tea and sympathy last night, didn’t get either. What did I expect? not much, hoped a little… missed her that much. Took the brave highway, didn’t have a road map… she told me to get lost.
Drifted around today, mostly cloudy and rain. Felt antsy, like I needed to be going somewhere. Sometimes the bug bites me and I wonder… “what am I hangin’ around for?”
I moved alot when I was younger, back and forth… aimless. Guess it started when I was a kid. Never really had a home for more than a few months until I was in the sixth grade. That upbringing put the wanderlust in me. No real goals or desires, just being free… I knew there was a big, bad ol’ world out there that I wanted to take hold of. I wanted to experience things, see ’em up close and first hand… explore.
I hitch-hiked all over the country. Slept under bridges and in parked cars, met people that helped me out and others that tried to take advantage of me. Nearly froze to death in Montana during one winter, spent the night in a hospital. Spent another night in a jail while passin’ through Cheyenne. Always searchin’ for that elusive freedom, no strings, no responsibilities. I’d get the brave highway itch and I’d just have to scratch it. Sometimes I’d just hitch-hike to go somewhere.
I spent hours and rode many a mile on Greyhounds, slept in terminals with one eye open, panhandled money for something to do. Snuck into theatres, hung out in museums, drank coffee in truck stops ’til the wee hours. Made friends with Western Union, got stuck… needed money. I was 16.
Went from job to job, didn’t take no shit. If I got pissed… I was gone… adios, sayonara, happy trails.
Sometimes the world isn’t the brass ring… you wish you could get off the merry-go-round. You might even question your own sanity, your validity, the reason for your very being. It is a tough place, a hurtful one if you are not careful… dangerous, unforgiving. Cold.
My daughter is so much like I was then that I want to cry sometimes, for her… and myself. Don’t go there, it isn’t safe for you. 3000 miles, out of reach, out of touch… I want you near, I say. Just in case you need me. It is easier for boys and it isn’t safe for them. It wasn’t safe for me, I was lucky… I met her mother and settled down. Became a man, became a better man than I ever could have while trying it my way.
Rainy days like today… who needs them? Who needs the struggle within when the easy way is so darn easy. Turn your back, walk away… easy, right? Forget your umbrella… let this rain just wash away all that bullshit, let it fill up those tracks that sunk with your weight in the mud. That’s your reflection in the window… outside, looking away. I don’t want my eyes to condemn me, those aren’t raindrops.
No, she needs me to stay here… I am a foundation, an institution, I am the voice on the phone when she is away and she is scared, or lonely because she had a fight… or worse yet, got a phone call. Men are bastards, I say… I was a bastard.
I want to chuck it all, the responsibilities and the headaches. I want to run… it would be so easy. Turn my back, don’t look back…
Cowards go, I tell myself… they take the easy way. There is the brave highway now. Somehow I got sidetracked, life put me on it… an unwilling participant but still navigating between the ditches. Still counting road signs and walking those ribbons of asphalt, weaving between splinters of dotted white lines. Dogs bark as I pass, threatening me… fields roll out to the horizon, birds chirp and follow along, dancing on fence posts or high voltage wire with impunity. Katydids buzz a static monotone, dragonflies have dogfights while the air is filled with the aroma of barnyard animals, the farmers call it the smell of money. Cars pass by… occasionally one honks to make me jump. I’m not too close, the shoulder is just too narrow.
There is no glamor, the romantic in me stinks from the baking sun… my clothes look like I’ve slept in them and I’m hungry… I’m discusted with myself. God, this rain! there is no rainbow… at times my feet are soggy and my heart is so heavy. My soul is awash with regrets and the thoughts in my head plague me with doubt. I want to go home and try again, take my place on the brave highway…
I’ve been here before…
peace.