Disclaimer: I OWN RADIO FREE ROSCOE… okay not really… but what did you expect?
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I have an aunt in Elliot Ridge that I would visit with Ray and Robbie for a week every summer as a child. That seems like so long ago now… back when life was simple. We used to go in July, just in time to see the fireworks of the forth in the big city, across the skyline. We would climb onto the roof of her two story house in suburbia with a bag of chips or go to the mall (something we don't have in Roscoe) and shop or see a movie. It was so nice to get out of Roscoe; away from the public pool and the video arcade, the smells and the sounds. It was always nice to get away but by the end of the week I missed our weeknight homework sessions at Mickey's and secret meetings of the "Cool Club" in Ray's tree house (I mean tree fort).
I haven't seen my aunt Michelle in three or four years; not since we were in elementary school and my friends had a week in the summer to just skip town. Michelle is two and a half years older than my mom, Simone, yet she is so much cooler. She lets me do as I wish and she is the kind of person who is so clueless she wouldn't bother to ask why I was paying a surprise visit after all these years… or why my family wasn't with me. I always wondered why she never had kids of her own because she would be a great mother. I could just show up at her door with no questions asked. I would be granted a bed, food, and a washing machine. I just hope I can find her house.
The bus halted to a stop in front of this small bus stop. This was so cool. Things didn't look the way I left them. Time had passed me by like I was living in one of C.S. Lewis's fantasies.
I made my way over to an information center and looked up Michelle's address to find she lived in the same house. I called a taxi from the pay phone and sat at the corner waiting for it to arrive. I set my stuff down next to me on the sidewalk and a few people tossed coins at me. Maybe they thought it would make me play my guitar but when I just looked at them they lost interest and walked away. Oh well, they just paid for the phone call.
After about twenty minutes of sitting on the cold pavement, a taxi slowed to a stop in front of the bus stop and held up a small dry erase board that said "Lilly" on it. Great. I hate when people spelled my name wrong. I stood up and made my way over to the cab.
"Perfect, another musician running away to find fame and fortune," the bus driver commented to himself.
"We have a comedian on our hands," I replied as I wiped one of the Ls off of his chalk board and climbed into the cab.
This'll be an interesting ride.
man i really need to work on the length of my stories... because this chapter is REALLY short. gah!