Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Morning Call (memoirs of San Francisco)

SLAM! “CAAAAAAARLAAAAAA, CAAAAAARLAAAAAAA....I can't find it!”
My eyes slowly peel open and I can already feel that they are bloodshot. I look over to mushi, who is still sound asleep. That bitch. I can hear the permeation of noise comming from all corners of my room and penetrating my once peacefull slumber. The obnoxious cries of my young neighbor and her friend continuously slamming the door which just so happens to be located right behind my head combined with the monotonous lull of gregarious merengue music comming from upstairs...where the beasts themselves actually live. 

They are not quite the devil, they aren't the types of people that spy, stare or plot cunningly, but rather the careless primitive types that plunder through life and crash clumisily into those that they encounter.

My angry mind has trouble digesting the poison that I just ingested from the disturbing slams and cruel cries and my body slowly tries to make up for the imbalance in me by pulling me to life. A new day has begun.

I look in the mirror, now granted I am usually a fairly well-shaped human being, ye know easy on the eyes, today I am a train wreck. My once glorious olive skin is sucked dry and pale, my face is cut with deep wrinkles. The bags under my eyes are so big they can only reflect the weight of bullshit that I'm carrying from living in this hostile environment.

Now don't get me wrong I'm not some 80 year old wimp that goes ballistic over a few slammed doors, I have roughed it out in my life, I've sailed the seas, moved around and lived in all kinds of places but this is too damn much. I've camped on dry volcanic mountains and woken up to black dusty phlegm as a taste of my morning. I lived with crazies and kookoos, party animals and unstable women but this was TOO DAMN MUCH. The noise came from all sides everhwere at once and penetrated my usually strong rock like inner peace to make me into an angry grumbling morning b**** and even worse...an ugly one at that.

I pulled it together, scraped the crusty eyeliner from my epic raccoon eyes, did some pilates and some other crazy exercise and got the ****  out of there. This is my life!

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