Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Chico, Chico

Chico is such a small town, it has the power to remind people of passing minute details. Just now I passed by the same scruffy bearded skateboard punk I passed by in the same spot earlier on route to my apartment. This time I was leaving, but we locked eyes for a split second right at the dirt mound connecting the path to the fields behind legacy.

Not much happens here in town but you can bet it happens twice… whatever that may be. Here, it’s the thought that entered my mind and also his. I keep on walking though, my head filled with dreams of bigger things and better days. Luckily, my need was filled a mere fifteen minutes later. During the time between, I neither saw nor heard a single sole. But alas, I find myself in accord with a women looking at me from ahead. Both are feet touch the first bar of white paint on the crosswalk at the same time on Warner street; this is human time. It’s as if we have structured our lives so similarly; we do things without any known connection until we all end up at the same place and the same time.

We like to think we never planned these outcomes and we think highly of our supposed individuality, but there are simply too many people living equivalent lives. We don’t know this in our hearts; we would like to think otherwise, but too often I find myself yelling at the driver of the car who stopped to my right at the four way stop. Screaming from inside my car at four in the morning it is clearly his turn to go, the DMV told me so! When we stop at the same time it’s your move jerk-off! Still, I can’t help but think his inability to drive is directly caused by the sincerity of the impeccable timing we as creatures seem to possess. He doesn’t know it, and I sure as hell didn’t know it, sitting there in the heat of traffic before the sun has risen; but our actions show it. It’s inescapable – our connectivity. We all love and hate different things, and that’s exactly what frogs, llamas, fish and possibly aliens don’t.

I can only draw one conclusion, and in conclusion, my conclusion is somebody else’s conclusion.

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