Lassen and Lindley.
Those damn CSUN dorms.
I pass by them on my way to work, and sometimes everything replays in my mind.
The late-night walks into them after school. The personal sticker to be allowed in. The girl that had to come open the building door for me.
The girl that cared about me like no one else did. Hehehe ...
And then she didn’t. Womp womp ...
How that came to be, it’s too complicated to explain, or maybe I’m just too embarrassed to say. Bottom line is that, not only did I possibly deserve to lose that special affection, but I knew it would happen. I predicted the future. Walter Mercado's got nothing on me.
Isn’t it funny how sometimes you can tell you’re digging your own grave, though? And maybe you even know what you must do to stop that guaranteed damnation, but you still don’t?
Or was I the only one whom that happened to? It’s not really funny. Actually, it can turn out to be one of the most sour times of your life.
But like a Twilight Zone episode, every misstep in your life, no matter how big or small, leaves you with a lesson to be learned. Understand , mourn a little, and then go on. Pick your head up, big dog.
And don’t forget.
I never do. Especially since I keep on having to drive through Lassen and Lindley. Life-adjusting story that I'll have to tell my future wife. Girls always love it when you talk to them about your past infatuations. ;)
I pass by them on my way to work, and sometimes everything replays in my mind.
The late-night walks into them after school. The personal sticker to be allowed in. The girl that had to come open the building door for me.
The girl that cared about me like no one else did. Hehehe ...
And then she didn’t. Womp womp ...
How that came to be, it’s too complicated to explain, or maybe I’m just too embarrassed to say. Bottom line is that, not only did I possibly deserve to lose that special affection, but I knew it would happen. I predicted the future. Walter Mercado's got nothing on me.
Isn’t it funny how sometimes you can tell you’re digging your own grave, though? And maybe you even know what you must do to stop that guaranteed damnation, but you still don’t?
Or was I the only one whom that happened to? It’s not really funny. Actually, it can turn out to be one of the most sour times of your life.
But like a Twilight Zone episode, every misstep in your life, no matter how big or small, leaves you with a lesson to be learned. Understand , mourn a little, and then go on. Pick your head up, big dog.
And don’t forget.
I never do. Especially since I keep on having to drive through Lassen and Lindley. Life-adjusting story that I'll have to tell my future wife. Girls always love it when you talk to them about your past infatuations. ;)