cause' lies don't need an aeroplane to chase you down.
I've landed again. This time it's not in those small Mountains of West Virginia or North Carolina, but in those big bitches called the Rockies. What you see above is Denver, folks. My new home town, for now. Boone turned out to be exactly what I thought it was, a small mountain town full of wanna be hippies, small minded locals, and just a handful of people I may ever think about speaking to again. It sure sounded good on paper, but being snowed in all winter and having jack shit to do all of the time except drink yourself into oblivion turned out to not really be my cup of tea. Or rather, vodka. I guess I should be thankful that I didn't enjoy that. Sure, things warmed up, we found a little cabin on a mountain, and got ourselves hooked up with a decent rafting company on the Nolichucky, but even that wasn't going to make me happy there. That being said, we left. It took Blaine and I about 10 minutes to decide where we were off to next, because when you don't tie yourself down somewhere, well, it's just that easy to leave. This is something I've been trying to explain to people for sometime now. The amount of shit people have given me since I finally left Columbus for good is unreal. I get treated as though I still live there and just don't hang out anymore, or something. It's actually made it really awkward to come home, which is a new feeling that I don't know what to do with. I can't say that I'm sorry I'm not around anymore. I've been off doing what we all used to sit around drinking beers and talking about. I'm the one that packed my car and drove across the country just to do it. I'm the one that lived in a tent on the side of a gorge for a summer. I'm the one that got sick of listening to myself bitch about my job and my life, and decided to make some changes. Is that hard to understand? I'm sorry that I'm not sorry about not being around anymore. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, I'm that person that had to get out and go chase whatever the proverbial "dream" is. And you know what? I still haven't found it. With this last move I think I finally realized that I probably never will. This summer turned out to be rather dull for me in spite of moving here. I didn't get a whole lot of river time, only made it out to the mountains a few times, and had literally the worst luck with jobs I've ever had in my life, leaving us basically dirt poor and with not a lot of options for entertainment. We made it out to 'the number 1 nightclub in North America,' Beta, a few times for a few good shows, closed out Global Dance Festival onstage at Red Rocks with LMFAO, and killed it at MSTRKRFT last weekend, so I wouldn't say it was a total bust. It just wasn't the first summer in Colorado I was hoping for, you know? I guess I tend to romanticize things a lot, but when we were getting together the plans to move here....a cross country road trip, stops to visit both of our families, packing our whole life into a car and just going for it...it all just sounded so much better than how it actually happened. Let me explain something about Denver. When driving in from the east, you basically drive through nothingness, then there will be a small city like Omaha, then some more nothingness, then you get into Colorado, and there's more nothingness, then all of a sudden you're in Denver...but you're not out in the mountains. You can see the Rockies from Denver, but you're a solid 20 minutes away from them. Upon arriving here, it felt kind of like we stopped short of my imagined destination....the mountains, obviously. Denver is very flat. It doesn't really look like what you imagine Colorado to look like at all. It's like a small Phoenix, and that kind of doesn't sit well with me. I'd love to move to Golden, and I guess when I was picturing what it would be like to actually live in Denver, I was picturing Golden. I had been to Denver before, but I guess I wasn't thinking about living there when I was there, so I remembered only the really pretty and awesome parts of it. It's that whole idea that visiting somewhere and living somewhere are totally different. That, and it's the fact I'll probably never be totally happy anywhere. I like it here though, and if we could just scoot a leeeetle bit closer to the mountains, I think I'd love it here. The fact of the matter, and perhaps the most important thing I've learned over the past few years, is your bullshit follows you everywhere you go, and changing your scenery doesn't equate to changing your life. I've got some soul searching to do, and really need to stop making scenery changes and start making internal changes. I think once I quit running away from myself again I'll be happy regardless of where I'm at, and that internal peace may be the "dream" I've been after all along.
