Matt heard a familiar song come on his radio as he drove down the road. He
took his eyes off the road for a split second, looking at the radio for
some sort of explanation. He smiled slightly at the familiarity of the
tune and instinctively reached the knob to turn up the volume. The pulsing
base of the song rattled the windows of his car, but Matt didn't care. He
leaned back in his seat and bobbed his head to the familiar tune,
remembering things he thought he had forgotten.
He remembered all the bumps, all the pain. All the people spitting and booing him. He hated those people. They had no idea how hard he worked; no idea how much that last suplex hurt his back. They didn't understand how far down he had to dig to stagger to his feet that one last time, only to be thrown down again. He remembered his frustration, his utter hatred for everything. This is what I have to look forward to? Disrespectful idiots and pain? Would this ever pay off? Would he be around to see that day?
After every show in those cramped high school gyms, Matt would stagger back stage, pop some pain-killers, hop in his car and drive. He had one song he'd listen to over and over again. It was the only song that made sense to him--that seemed to encompass everything he was feeling. He'd drive until he had no more gas; he'd just drive and drive and drive.
Matt wasn't used to being disrespected. He wasn't used to things not being easy. He was up for the challenge, but he never realized how hard it would be. He always questioned his decision on those drives--he just wanted to give up and go back to Cameron and go back to college and study circuits. That didn't involve stitches and hyperextensions and bruises.
He never liked that nagging feeling in the back of his mind, questioning every move he made. Even now that everything was what he wanted it to be, he hated questioning his instincts. That song helped him deal with everything he was feeling, and he smiled at the remembrance of it all. It made everything he had now so much more special.
Matt ran his fingers through his hair, floored the gas and started singing the lyrics as the song rang out over the wind.
It's just one of those days
Where you don't want to wake up
Everything is f*cked, everybody sucks
You don't really know why
But you want to justify
Ripping someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact
You're life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother-f*cker
It's just one of those days.
He remembered all the bumps, all the pain. All the people spitting and booing him. He hated those people. They had no idea how hard he worked; no idea how much that last suplex hurt his back. They didn't understand how far down he had to dig to stagger to his feet that one last time, only to be thrown down again. He remembered his frustration, his utter hatred for everything. This is what I have to look forward to? Disrespectful idiots and pain? Would this ever pay off? Would he be around to see that day?
After every show in those cramped high school gyms, Matt would stagger back stage, pop some pain-killers, hop in his car and drive. He had one song he'd listen to over and over again. It was the only song that made sense to him--that seemed to encompass everything he was feeling. He'd drive until he had no more gas; he'd just drive and drive and drive.
Matt wasn't used to being disrespected. He wasn't used to things not being easy. He was up for the challenge, but he never realized how hard it would be. He always questioned his decision on those drives--he just wanted to give up and go back to Cameron and go back to college and study circuits. That didn't involve stitches and hyperextensions and bruises.
He never liked that nagging feeling in the back of his mind, questioning every move he made. Even now that everything was what he wanted it to be, he hated questioning his instincts. That song helped him deal with everything he was feeling, and he smiled at the remembrance of it all. It made everything he had now so much more special.
Matt ran his fingers through his hair, floored the gas and started singing the lyrics as the song rang out over the wind.
It's just one of those days
Where you don't want to wake up
Everything is f*cked, everybody sucks
You don't really know why
But you want to justify
Ripping someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact
You're life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother-f*cker
It's just one of those days.