As the months turned into weeks and weeks turned into days, I found myself trapped in a no-winning race against time. Ben went back to Quebec yesterday as we both knew he would. We spent our last day together in Whistler, went to a paintball game with some crazy people from Four Seasons, packed his stuff and drove around at night to get some pizza. We got stucked after parking in front of the museum to eat. The damn car wasn't starting, the key was stucked and everytime we tried to start it, we got nothing but some panel lights and annoying sounds. I was fuckin' freezing and worried about how to get outta there and how much would it be to fix that piece of junk, when Israel came and saved the night just ten minutes left to get to the bus loop. Ok, except for the fact that the car is fuckin' haunted, there was nothing wrong with it.. The thing is, I'm not used to drive automatic cars and I didn't notice that I forgot to put the gear in P when I stopped. I felt so stupid, but I was so glad that the car wasn't broken that I didn't really care.
As we got there the bus arrived.. earlier than expected, so I had no time to say good-bye, which I guess, in a certainly way was for the best, as I'm sure I would have cried a lot.. So I walked back to the car, waited for their bus to go and then drove away. I tried to get to Pemberton, a city 30km from Whistler, but it was 4am and I was falling asleep on the wheel, so I figured that would be better to turn around and go home..
"The District Sleeps Alone Tonight" - The Postal Service
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty
And I'm barely listening to last demands
I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath
Where I am
Where I am
I'll wear my badge... a vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest
That tells your new friends I am a visitor here...
I am not permanent
And the only thing keeping me dry is
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
You seem so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
D.C. sleeps alone tonight
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
You seem so so out of context in this gaudy apartment complex
A stranger with your door key explaining that I am just visiting
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Where I am
Where I am
Where I am
The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving
Why I was the one worth leaving..
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
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