09
i only wanted something else to do but hang around
Posted by | Posted in pets, the twins™, unemployment, urban | Posted on 09-01-2009
I go out. Not the same kind of out that I quickly realize everyone else is doing, because it’s a Friday night and it’s time for them to let off a little steam. They’ve been working all week, they’re entitled to it. I’m only out to get out.
I originally think I’m going to head south, maybe walk to Barney Circle of something, but instead I find myself headed west. Past the monied, well-heated and well-lit homes on Lincoln Park which are devoid of people. Past the house where, in 1986, I had a brief and passionate romance with Eric Frances Baker. The iconic sculpture outside his residence was sadly gone, yet it had been replaced with a smaller, not-to-be-seen-from-the-street sculpture, painted all blue and perhaps the same one that briefly occupied the 500 block of East Capitol during a summer blitz of temporary outdoor artwork circa 2004. Outside Eric’s place is where my car was stolen one night. Eric didn’t care about the car. Or me.
I found myself walking half of my stride length, for no apparent reason, and about half of my normal speed. I was walking like an old man, not even moving fast enough to have my arms swinging. People stared. I didn’t care.
After Eric’s I passed the Apartment In The Sky, my first home in DC. It was up there that I photographed with a Polaroid the intersection of Sixth & Independence every month for about three years. It was also there on my little balcony that I strung up christmas lights and left them year-round. This is also where Rattle fell and I found her the next day, four doors down under the front stairs, waiting for me to find her. She had been lost before, she knew the drill: stay where you are, Pops will find you.
Down at Jump Street I looked up and remembered this is where Hum survived her cancer surgery of 2001 and later died five years on. Afterwards I came home to a house with only one cat and that was one of the worst feelings I’ve ever had. Rattle pulled me through it though.
I notice that there are quite a few houses that still have their christmas lights on while others still have them up but they’re not turned on. I see a penny on the sidewalk and actually pick it up, thinking “this is income”.
I pass one of two (that I know of) futurejunkie stickers that I put up over ten years ago. It tells me to become an addict. Behind the One Way sign that it’s affixed to, a full moon shines and teases us humans to dare ourselves to be astronauts.