Carpets & Madness

Today I'm not going to reflect on my surroundings but what are fond memories I have on the inside. Anyway, it's Monday morning and nobody deserves to be read to filth about their bags and shoes today.

My bestest girlfriend lives in Berlin. She bought a place in Seattle recently, but has found her home in Germany. I think its the German sausages she likes, but I digress.

Her and I used to have so much fun together in years past. I suppose you could say we were "drinking buddies" as that is what our activities typically involved! We'd go out and get liquored up and take over a dance floor in some run-down gay bar in Reseda. It was the time of my life! Things seemed so simple back then...

Now life is complicated. Relationships, jobs, the realities of the mid-30's all conspire to keep us arms-length from madness. Madness we adored!

These days she's finding her own scandal in Berlin. I'm jealous. Its not that I want to misbehave (well maybe just a little), but I want to be there with her, soaking up the european colour and culture - even if it is in the back of a bar and I'm 50 lbs fatter now!

I miss the time with her - being crazy and going on. About nonsense. You tell me the relationship between cashews and luggage. Only we know.

Even after she moved to Seattle we didn't have the opportunity to play. We both have relationships which tend to get in the way of the madness, though we do manage to have some fun listening to music and getting stoned.

One of these days I am going to meet her in Berlin and we're going to go out and create a stir. For some reason I feel as though I'm going to become a famous Berlin drag queen called Honey Lovetrap or Sausage Patty (pronounced shar-day) and will star in an all-tranny burlesque on the neon side of town. She'll be my biggest fan.

I love you girl! I always will...!

There are no actual carpets in this story.


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