Wednesday, February 07, 2007
The convenient truth
I've been feeling a little depressed the past couple of days. I'm sure that part of it is because football season is over. There's still the Pro Bowl, but that game's about as satisfying as an O'doul's. Near Beer. Humbug! Another reason that I might be feeling a little blue is because I haven't been inside a convenient store in days. I kind of feel like I've lost my direction in life.
When I lived in New Jersey I was on a first name basis with the owner of 7-eleven. Whenever I would come in from work, usually around 4:30 am, John would have a fresh can of Copenhagen waiting for me. Sometimes I would also get a cup of coffee and a buttered roll (a New Jersey thing, I think). If I needed a copy of the newest Playboy or Swank I would send the Birdman in for that while I hid in the car. I could never let John know that I looked at that kind of filth. What would he think of me and why did I care?
I also did the majority of my banking and grocery shopping at 7-11. The fact that I was paying two dollars extra every time I took money out of the MAC (that's what we used to call ATMs back in the early 90's). didn't matter to me. I was making $200 bucks a week. What's two dollars here and there too a guy making that kind of scrap in 1990. My main diet consisted of pop tarts and Mac-n-Cheese also purchased at 7-11. So what if the Mac-n-Cheese had been sitting on the shelf for two years. It still tasted great when I was done cooking it.
Eventually John sold the 7-11 and I moved to DC. While I lived in DC I painted houses for a living. Every morning, Monday through Friday, at 6:30, the paint crew would meet at 7-11. And I would get a cup of coffee and a can of twip. Once a month I would ask one of the degenerates that I worked with to buy me a copy of Swank or Club. This was my routine for 4 or 5 years.
Then I moved to Kentucky in 2000. There are no 7-11's in Kentucky but there are tons of convenient stores that not only sale coffee and twip, but also sale beer and wine till three or four in the morning. Incidentally this is about the same time I started believing in God again. I no longer needed to buy porn rags at convenient stores thanks to the Internet, but whenever I looked at porn on the net I signed on to the Birdman's aol screen name before doing so. This was my routine up until a couple of months ago, and then my life became unraveled. My wife announced that she was pregnant.
All of a sudden I'm on a budget, I don't use twip, I shop at Foodtown, and I bank at a bank, and um... I don't look at porn anymore. A lot has changed in my life in a very short time. It's been great and I feel blessed but I wouldn't exactly call it convenient. I've been flooded with emotion over the past few months, and I think this is why I might be feeling a little depressed today. But I'm not too worried about it... Before you know it the draft will be here.