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Tales from the Ick!: Morning Routine |
Posted by
ickgirl on Friday, July 27, 2001 - 03:05 PM PST
I leave my apartment at roughly 8:15am every morning. I wait at a bus stop 4 blocks away where a strange young man who just might be a genius sits and discusses the state of the world with himself. If I'm lucky I catch an express bus which zooms me the 25 or so blocks to work. If I'm not so lucky I hop on a local bus which stops at every block. It's never as simple as "step on the bus, pay, sit down." All sorts of mini-dramas unfold at each stop. I finally step off my bus between the needle exchange and the McDonalds where all the crack dealers hang out. My mornings have become so routine that I stopped noticing the city around me. So this morning, I took a look around...
The alleys smell worse each year. Why can't we designate just ONE alley for bodily waste? I never noticed how the tourists avoid the block on 2nd avenue between Pike and Pine as if their flight attendant announced it as they descended "Welcome to Seattle everyone, watch out for the junkies on 2nd avenue, enjoy your trip." How else could they know? It's really not so bad. Today someone offered a shoeshine for 3 bucks.
As I wade through the strung-out, dull-eyed bodies-sipping my water in the land of coffee trying to get the shoeshine guy off my back-I realized how exhausting the city can be. I stub my toe on the uneven pavement and half-trip my way up Pike street, past the rows of tourist shops and porn emporiums. Hot dog stands!! Why do we suddenly have hot dog stands on every third corner in the middle of downtown? It really isn't helping the stench. Polish sausage and urine. An outstretched arm with a baseball hat finds its way in front of my face. Jingle. Waiting for the walk signal, the sounds of someone repeating "Real change newspaper. Real change newspaper. Real change newspaper."
I can't decide if I love this city, or if it's warping my mind. Is fear and loneliness mistaken for complacent apathy? Someone recently wrote an "I, Anonymous" piece in the Stranger calling the people of Seattle jellyfish. The American Dream…grow up, get a job, get married, have a kid or 5, withdraw from the social structure, hide inside yourself and make the journey to work everyday.
No American Dream for me, thanks. I had cereal for breakfast.
Because 8:15 stretches into 8:20 on most days, I find myself already motion sick as I ready myself for the 37-floor elevator ride to my office.
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Morning Routine | Login/Create an account | 17 Comments |
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- *bows* by ickgirl on Jul 27, 2001 - 07:56 PM
- Ewwww! by Comedian on Jul 27, 2001 - 09:55 PM
Re: Morning Routine
by VampCourt (Morbidchic@hotmail.com)
on Jul 27, 2001 - 06:28 PM
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Arent Humans GREAT! My gods Im happy to be one!!! Now.. Im gonna gonna go run out and piss in the street!
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by ickgirl on Jul 28, 2001 - 09:56 AM
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Let's update on my day yesterday. My day ended with the news that my neice has been hit by a car. FUCK. She's just a kid, she's hurt bad, and my family is so fucked I can't seem to get the right kind of information from anyone. Her and I have always been very close. A few times she came very close to moving in with me, but I guess her mother said that she couldn't bear to see someone doing a better job caring for her. Can someone explain to my why people have kids? Wait. I know - I know all the reasons, and it makes me so angry.
Anyway, she's at the major trauma hospital, with all sorts of stuff wrong. As soon as I know she's coherant enough to see me, I'm going to go. I'm not going down there for ANYTHING except to see her, and have her see me. So I'm waiting it out. Quite frankly, I'm in no mood to support her family, they piss me off way too much.
fuck. :(
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Re: Morning Routine
by firefly7 (-)
on Mar 11, 2002 - 06:08 PM
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Marvy... I understand that life is routine alot of the time. I live on a dead end road and every moring it's wake up at five some... leave at 6 some following the little white car from the end of the road, go home 2 some, get home 3 some... And the A.D. where I live is "Be a prep- play a sport or 12, and don't do drugs (I think I live right near the center of my state's drug mini capital)" So any one who isn't this, hasn't suceeded... If that's sucess me and my friends would rather, um well, fail.
Ps. I had ceral too! Lucky Charms are magically delicous
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