Marcus Hook

Last night my family went for one of its exploration drives. Basically, we just drive to random places and look around.

We wound up in this neighborhood called Marcus Hook. It's along the Delaware between Media and Chester, not far from the Commodore Barry Bridge, a little ways from the airport.

It reminded me so much of my old neighborhood. There was this park on the river that reminded me of this park on the canal in Hamilton Beach.

It was freaky.

Meaningful stuff later.

Yetserday I got home from Philly. After leaving the CSM housing site my group went to this girl's Main Line house to swim and chill. (It's Allen Iverson's old home.) The pool was ridiculous. It had freakin' waterfalls.

As tired as I was, it was difficult to enjoy the house and pool. It seemed so unjust that people enjoy such ridiculous luxury while they completely ignore the struggles going on literally ten minutes down the road.

I brought this up to a couple of the girls on the trip--whom I consider friends--and their reaction just broke me into smithereens. They said I was being to serious, making too big a deal out of it. "Why can't you just relax and enjoy it?" they asked.

Is it stupid to see literally blocks upon blocks of abandoned houses and know that the average age of a homeless person is nine years old and then think that suburban culture is unjust?
Is it stupid to get pissed off because the city spends more money on outdoor artwork than they do on homelessness?
And is it stupid to refuse to jump right back into this individualistic suburban culture where all that matters is what you have and what you can get for yourself?
Is it stupid to blatantly refuse to accept it?

I don't think so.

I'm Baaaaack!

I'm back from Philly, so here's a lightharted post about the trip. I'll post a more serious monologue later.

Hysterically Crazy Moments

--Jon's air guitar solo during Bohemian Rhapsody
--"....wait. Eve was naked?" --Adrian
--"What's the Bible book???"--Andrew
--Ryan's jokes about short Italians
--Blackballs, Silverballs, Googley Eye Balls.
--Running into an air conditioner
--"Hannah, how many times did you fall this week?"--Andrew
--Waking up in the middle of the night and seeing three girls standing at the foot of my bed, staring at me
--Playing High Water, Low Water
--Lulu mixing up Anna and my names
--All the conversations that Adrian and I had in the abckseat of the van
--The Van Band ("As looong as you love meeeeeeeeee....")
--Kelsey's mountain of clothing
--counting how many drug deals went down on the corner
--Kaitlyn and her crush
--other things that i shall not mention here. ever.

Away

I'm leaving in about an hour. Won't be back for a week, so.....

No new posts till then.

And boo. I miss you already.

More Lame Poetry

I suck at writing, but here's my latest. I hate the chorus part, but it'll have to do for now. I hate the whole thing, actually.

Hero Tonight

It’s dark and the streetlights are burning, burning out
It’s cold and your eyes are screaming, screaming loud
Screaming for someone to hear
But they’re closing their ears.

Maybe it’s fate that I’m with you now
But probably it’s something else
And there’s a question searing a hole in my heart
So much to say, and I don’t know where to start.

Can I be your hero tonight?
Can I be the one to rescue you?
Can I be your hero tonight, love?
Even though I don’t know what to do?

Well, damn the world; they’re lying, lying to you
And damn the one who played you, played you for a fool
Played you like a hand of cards
Stole your breath and took your heart.

Maybe it’s fate that I’m with you now
But probably it’s something else
Ask the questions, I’ll answer them all
Dig the tunnel; scale the wall.

Can I be your hero tonight?
Can I be the one to rescue you?
Can I be your hero tonight, love?
Even though I don’t know what to do?

And you don’t believe in coincidences
I’m coming closer to that end, too
Because it wasn’t just chance that you met me
I was meant to be a hero to you.