Here are the first stories from the Memorial Day Weekend Challenge! I told you that if you retweeted PTKY or shared it on Facebook, I'd write a story on the subject of your choice. My friend Carl asked me to write a story using the word "void" as inspiration:
He scratches it onto the gray check, tears the paper with the pressure of his
pen. Void. What a stupid mistake. He had started writing his own last name,
which, of course, was no longer hers. It hadn’t been for over a year. She’d
gone back to using her maiden name. Apparently she’s seeing some other guy now,
a doctor. He suspects she’ll take the doctor’s name soon. If so, he’ll probably
make the same mistake again. His checkbook will become a ledger of his
loneliness, VOID after VOID after VOID.
My friend and roommate Lindsey asked me to write a positive story about Bruce Springsteen, since she knows how much I like his music (not at all):
that time we skipped town for a week and drove down to New Orleans? Remember
how we had sex in the backseat of my car on the side of the road, and “Born to
Run” was on the radio, and you said you felt like you were in a movie? I never
told you, but it wasn’t on the radio. It was a mix CD I made of all the songs
that reminded me of you. I put it in the stereo while you were sleeping.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that you were right about that movie thing,
because I think that song is the perfect soundtrack for us. That night you
taught me that our love is wild, and real. And from that moment on, I’ve loved
you with all the madness in my soul. I may not be The Boss, but I know that we
were born for each other, born to run, together. Will you marry me?
Hope these lived up to Lindsey & Carl's expectations. There will be more challenge stories throughout the week!
Sorry I didn't get around to posting yesterday, but I had kind of a long day. I went to the physical therapist for my headaches, and she jammed some needles into my jaw muscles. Then it took me over an hour to get back to my apartment because there was a fire near the L tracks. Then I had gogo practice with Becki because we have our first 2012 show with The Fortunate Sons on Saturday (you should come). Then a longtime friend of mine called me up because he was very drunk and very lost, so I found him and escorted him back to the train so he could get downtown. Needless to say, I couldn't seem to find the energy to blog after that. Instead I drank wine and watched the X-Files. It was awesome.
In other news, you should donate some money to help The Fullmers, a prominent couple in the Chicago literary scene. Their apartment burned down, and their first child is due in June. Not a good situation. If you can spare a few dollars, I'm sure they'd appreciate it.