What did I do today? Got off work early because of the holiday. Sweet. Where did I go? Home? Nah. Not yet. There was something else I wanted to do first. Rode a couple of buses to a small Mediterranean food store on Randolph Road called Asadur’s Market.
I was in the store ten years ago today, on December 22, 1996. During that visit something special happened, a special event I cherish to this day, even if rather trivial at a glance. But I don’t care. It matters to me.
It’s the story of a 13-year-old me, having begun the year on a great note, but then befallen with broken friendships, plummeting grades, and a just plain darker outlook. Dark it was into the dark days of December, until about the winter solstice, when the days would get longer again, I was caught up in a bit of a quest. While everything else in my life still sucked, I had this if nothing else.
What the hell am I talking about, you ask? Don’t worry. I jotted it all down. Copied (almost) exactly from a little notebook where I wrote it all back in 1997, so to preserve the feeling of the times, even if my writing style made crack-addicted monkeys look brilliant. The newest addition to the Miscellaneous section of the Fortress, a true story, I bring you…
Perhaps I’ll go into further detail someday about what I discuss in this piece. Funny to think how much of the events surrounding these songs shaped my life or were signs of my times. Cool, though.
Not to mention it explains my emotional attachment to the lost Twin Towers of Manhattan. Sigh.
