Sold my past...

I recently got wind of something absolutely terrible. Time Out in Greenside has been sold!!! This really sent a shiver down my spine.

I used to frequent the place rather often seeing as I studied just up the road. I remember rocking up there just as they opened and I would be their only customer for about 3 hours every morning. I made friends with all the waitresses, and had some really fun conversations in that little Bistro.

So it stands to reason that I would be absolutely shocked to hear that the owners G & G had gone and sold the place. Just like that!! It kinda got me thinking and well what I came up with wasn’t pleasant at all.

How easy it is for us to lose ourselves in days, I remember vividly finishing off a painting in Time-Out just before deadline. The day that Greensides’ very own sad accident guy (can’t remember his name) started talking to the tree and then offered me a siggie - when the tree declined of course. Sitting there with my big Chinese friend John, talking crazy and drinking vodka orange juice at 11am during our lunch break.

How I used to sit and chat to Rasta dude – who by the way was one of the most talented graffiti artists ever. And this all happened 6 years ago. How sick is that? I’ve always meant to go back there and visit the place, and take some new friends, but I never really had the time. So I never did. And now it would seem that it’s too late.

Time flies, and heals all wounds, well I disagree I say that it wounds all heals. Time goes by so quickly and it doesn’t wait for you to do the things you really still mean or want to do. Now the problem and the justification for my statement is the following:

Let’s say you did all these great things and you really laughed until you cried. And you fought with such passion. And as the years went by you became more and more submissive. You stopped going to the zoo, and you just couldn’t be bothered to take a walk and breathe life in.

And bit by bit people are selling of your past and getting rid of your memories, and you never bothered to laugh until you cried or fight with such passion again. What then, you can’t go and tell someone that you love them so much it hurts… it just doesn’t have the same effect if you say that you LOVED them so much it hurt. And that hurts.