Thursday, December 17, 2015

I saw a Ghost on my birthday

I woke up hungover. 
Which is really a great way to start your birthday. 
I'd had such an epic birthday eve I'd already made out with two people. 
Happy fucking birthday, Reese.

I slept in but not as much as I'd wanted. 
When you go to bed after two you want to sleep half the day away. 
So I forced myself to wake up and continue the celebration. 
I was so out of it when I left I didn't lock my front door. 
I got back that night and thought my home had been broken in to. 
Nope. 
I just never locked the door. 
Holy shit. 
Guess that's what a good night will do to ya. 

So I pick up the Bestie and we drive into town. 
And I guess I'm still pretty out of it after brunch cuz when I park I'm not where I think I am. 
I thought I'd parked a block away from my favorite vintage clothing store, the one I visit every year on my birthday. 
But as I looked up I realized I wasn't across the street from my favorite vintage shop. 
I was across the street from his bar. 
The Phantom's.
I stopped for a moment on the sidewalk and just stood there, dumbfounded. 
The bar I was staring at was four city blocks away from the vintage shop I could've sworn I'd parked in front of. 
I laughed at myself wondering if my subconscious had brought me there because I'd wanted to see him. 
We started walking past the bar and all of a sudden there he was.
Unlocking the side doors to let some people in, the lights on the Christmas tree twinkling behind him. 
Huh, I said, There he is.
And I smiled. 
I didn't feel anything I expected to feel--sadness, anger, longing, regret. 
I simply smiled.
Wow. I'm --over him. I was so.obSESsed with him. And now....I'm over it. 
And then I laughed. 
I stood there in the rain and I laughed. 
So happy. 

We got to the vintage shop and it was empty. 
Our faces looked upon the other and this time we both laughed. 
A sign on the door announced the store had moved. 
To Hawthorne. 
The exact street on the other side of the river we'd just came from. 
It was literally a block away from where we'd been. 

So I drove across the river, across the Hawthorne bridge, to walk in the rain and see The Phantom on my birthday. 
And smile. 
And realize I had healed. 

It was perfect. 










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