You Kids take Err Easy

Friday:

I ventured over to Wabash, Indiana. When I arrived, I noticed it was wet. Skateboarding would be out of the picture. My original intent was to spend some time with a friend who recently got released from prison. It turns out he couldn't make it.

So there I am. By myself. In a town I had lived in just 3 months prior.

What has happened between now and then that has made Wabash so impossible for me?

Can I seriously not spend more than 3 hours alone in a town I am completely familiar with?

What happened to me?

I decided I would grab some food at Aztecaz. It was absolutely delicious. The perfect tasting lunch. However, does that even matter when I have absolutely no one to tell how good it tastes?

As I ate I thought of everyone I know who still lives in Wabash. I could think of only 2 people that was worth getting ahold of. Unfortunately they are both in high school still and I was eating while they were still in class. I ended up being all mopey so I went down to Jacks Antiques. Here are some pictures from the store:

I found a couple records I wanted at Jack's. I got in particular Johnny Horton's "Greatest Hits". This is incredible. I'm pretty sure anyone reading this probably doesn't know Johnny's music or is overly familiar but it's definitely significant to me. Dad used to play me and my brothers "The Battle of New Orleans" on the boombox. I can now play this on vinyl along with a lot other of Dad's records. I really miss him.

Saturday:

I woke up to one of my homies telling us that he is leaving. Maybe forever. This guy comes to our house everyday and we go skating. How do I react to this?

I just went on with the plans I had already made, cleaning the house. This was so weird. I just sat there and cleaned but the whole time I was just wondering if this guy was for real out or not. This just tripped me out. He eventually came over to give us some of his stuff. Looking him in the eye was weird. It was like he was just looking right through me. He left saying his usual "You Kids take err Easy" but this time he had tears in his eyes.

Within a couple hours, I had to say my goodbyes to a friend.

Fuuuuuuuck.

In the evening we were all just kind of hanging with each other. We were all bummed on the state of our friend but we just continued on. We went to Noodles and Company. It was good. We then went to Walmart to buy a lamp. We ended up getting a lava lamp and a buttload of candy. We concluded the night with some vinyl records, circles and some pizza.

Sunday:

I woke up an hour before I was expecting to (Thank You Mitch Daniels for the extra hour of sleep this morning). Eckman was up and he was wanting to go on a drive through the country. For some reason, this drive was perfect. It was an incredibly beautiful drive. The sun was shining in a way that nothing could really be or go wrong. Our world was at ease for a moment. We both got home feeling good because of what we had just experienced. Eckman got a text. Our friend fell asleep in the Airport. He had purchased a one way ticket to England. He came back to his senses in the morning. I always knew our friend was bipolar, but I had never experienced it. He said that he didn't remember the last 4 days. Wow. Quite interesting. He came back by in the evening. His eyes were back to normal. What a trip.