Stories heard from the otherside

As far as Summers go, as far as sheer amounts of nostalgia and energy go, the Summer of 2002 was the pinnacle of not just myself but my friends lives. It was the summer before senior year, going into what would be a fairly memorable year in itself, for yours truly. Months prior to that summer my mother had told us about the whole Cancer bomb and I'll spare all of that funness for another time. The summer before senior year for most kids is formidable, so many relationships were built from years of comradery, secrets kept, teen angst melting away month by month to that point.  A point in time where literally everything is looking up, no one has crept into crippling debt, failed relationships, dead-end jobs, doctor prescribed happiness, and offspring of our own.  The summer was filled with dreams and aspirations, maybe subconsciously we grew together so close knowing that in a year all of that would change, as everyone heads off into their own personal path. The power of foresh...

I miss having someone. Even on the worst of days when you're mad at each other at least you're looking forward to seeing that other person (even if its only to yell at them).  There's comfort in being able to eat a meal and look into someone's eyes.  On the quietest of nights, there was still energy to be read across the table. I miss having a favorite song, our pizza place, nights filled with reruns. How even after a thousand kisses the heart still beats a tick quicker with anticipation. I'm not talking about my most current relationship but the sum whole of 20 years living for someone else. The amassed amount of real and figurative loves, no matter if they flamed out or never had a chance. I miss living for those moments, life just seems to get in the way. Now I leave work and there may not be a vocal word leaving my mouth for up to 15 hours. I miss falling asleep feeding off that heated energy cooking mere inches from me.  There is so many small moments in a r...

So here we are fourth entry into a blog that supposed to be about other peoples stories and yet guess what it ain't that yet. And on top of that I'm not even sure this entry will have a story that accompanies it, but just like anything in my life if I don't vet it out, these thoughts will continue to float around my mind like that plastic bag on the highway getting sucked under everyone's tires. Also I wouldn't want to ruin someone's heartfelt tale, hilarious antectodal story with terrible structure and not suitable editing, which I also don't do enough of that already. So if you hate commas, lots of and and ands, maybe even a run on sentence or two this might not be the read for ya. Also if you've ventured around to my other blogs, typing without having a few drinks before hand is pretty tough... on to it. I remember as a kid, being young and thinking the world was so big beyond my fingertips. ( insert when I was a kid old man voice something p...

I know what you're thinking a blog called stories from the otherside sure does involve only stories about me and well ya know sue me, I'll get to other peoples stories eventually, I mean c'mon I'm three entries in already this is more of coup then you know! So eventually I'll get to other people once I get to that point. Also if you've come here to read some dirty expose or get some dirt well you're likely be disappointed but let's face it, if you're reading my blog, for that fact any of my blogs you're very well accustomed to disappointment so this will just feel like an old friend. Also you may be saying to yourself gosh I've read a paragraph so far of nothing but at this point you should also be use to that. A year coming up. In a matter of a few days really. Feb. 9th was the day I moved out. Culminating in what was such weighted decisions from well the previous year and much further back. I knew at some point in January of last year I h...