I've left...
I've left so many little pieces of my heart along the way, I wonder if I can really go on living and expect to find someone to love. Well, not that there wouldn't be someone to love...I just wonder if I will find that person and have enough left to give to her. I wonder if I have enough love left in what's left of my heart. I hope that makes sense.
There was a time, quite a while ago. I lived in a house on North Washington Avenue in Hartsdale, NY. I worked at a Starbucks in the Vernon Hills Shopping Center in Eastchester, NY. I loved my life. I really did. I had a reputation. People liked me. I had loads of friends. I truly did. Well, maybe not loads. Maybe one or two. But I had a lot of people that liked to be around me. People to go to clubs in the city with. People to do drugs with. People to lose sight of reality with.
But back to my story. I went to the city with a friend, Lew. We went to see our friends' band, The Lab. I can't remember where it was. But I remember I got a phone call while I was there. I went into the bathroom to talk to this person. I really don't remember who it was, either. Must've been the alcohol. When I came out, I found out that my ex (Maggie) was at the show. She traveled all the way into the city to see this band on a weeknight. A band that she knew I had friends in. In fact, all the people in the band were people I hung out with regularly. Very regularly. I was more than a litlle mad. So, Lew and I left. I found myself screaming out with a thunderous voice, questioning what kind of bitch would do that. Which was fine, since I was outside at that point and folks in NYC really think little of a screaming drunk. Well, Lew took me back to a friend's house in Weschester. I got in my Blazer and went to a bar. And drank a little more. I was pretty drunk. So I went home. I was driving Southbound on the Bronx River Parkway, just past the Tuckahoe exit. There was a little Mustang real close to my rear bumper. So I sped up. This 'Stang and I played cat and mouse for a few miles, well over the speed limit, when suddenly cops were behind me. I pulled over and had 3 cops with guns at the side windows.
Turns out, I matched the description of a burglary in the area. They asked all about where I was and where I was headed. I didn't lie. I figured I was busted. But, they had me step outside the vehicle and they proceeded to go through its contents. Some of the items ended up on the shoulder of the road. Some in the grass. Either way, it amounted to 5 Westchester PD cars and the one undercover 'Stang surrounding me and my poor little Blazer. They wouldn't even let me answer my cell phone. When all was said and done, they apologized and left me to collect my belongings. No field sobriety test. No ticket for speeding. I counted myself lucky. I still do.
So that's my story for the day. To those of you just joining this debacle (or spectacle), welcome home. To those who have been here for a spell...thanks. Well, thanks to all of you. I have that typical Rich smile on my face right now. I know that all is right with the world. Everything that happens, happens for a reason and could not have happened any other way.
-Rich
There was a time, quite a while ago. I lived in a house on North Washington Avenue in Hartsdale, NY. I worked at a Starbucks in the Vernon Hills Shopping Center in Eastchester, NY. I loved my life. I really did. I had a reputation. People liked me. I had loads of friends. I truly did. Well, maybe not loads. Maybe one or two. But I had a lot of people that liked to be around me. People to go to clubs in the city with. People to do drugs with. People to lose sight of reality with.
But back to my story. I went to the city with a friend, Lew. We went to see our friends' band, The Lab. I can't remember where it was. But I remember I got a phone call while I was there. I went into the bathroom to talk to this person. I really don't remember who it was, either. Must've been the alcohol. When I came out, I found out that my ex (Maggie) was at the show. She traveled all the way into the city to see this band on a weeknight. A band that she knew I had friends in. In fact, all the people in the band were people I hung out with regularly. Very regularly. I was more than a litlle mad. So, Lew and I left. I found myself screaming out with a thunderous voice, questioning what kind of bitch would do that. Which was fine, since I was outside at that point and folks in NYC really think little of a screaming drunk. Well, Lew took me back to a friend's house in Weschester. I got in my Blazer and went to a bar. And drank a little more. I was pretty drunk. So I went home. I was driving Southbound on the Bronx River Parkway, just past the Tuckahoe exit. There was a little Mustang real close to my rear bumper. So I sped up. This 'Stang and I played cat and mouse for a few miles, well over the speed limit, when suddenly cops were behind me. I pulled over and had 3 cops with guns at the side windows.
Turns out, I matched the description of a burglary in the area. They asked all about where I was and where I was headed. I didn't lie. I figured I was busted. But, they had me step outside the vehicle and they proceeded to go through its contents. Some of the items ended up on the shoulder of the road. Some in the grass. Either way, it amounted to 5 Westchester PD cars and the one undercover 'Stang surrounding me and my poor little Blazer. They wouldn't even let me answer my cell phone. When all was said and done, they apologized and left me to collect my belongings. No field sobriety test. No ticket for speeding. I counted myself lucky. I still do.
So that's my story for the day. To those of you just joining this debacle (or spectacle), welcome home. To those who have been here for a spell...thanks. Well, thanks to all of you. I have that typical Rich smile on my face right now. I know that all is right with the world. Everything that happens, happens for a reason and could not have happened any other way.
-Rich
posted by Rich at 1/15/2006 09:05:00 PM
1 Comments:
Lemme tell you something I believe in..its corny but hey thats me...
When you find that person all of those cracks and pieces left of your heart wont matter. That person will be the glue that mends all of those things together...Im a sap of a romantic I know but ya just never know...
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