210 Freeway

A couple weeks ago I went to go see my cousin play a show somewhere in San Dimas. I must admit, I didn't really want to go. I rather much hit the sauce on a Saturday night at the Burgundy, but he is like a little brother to me so off I went. I decided to pick up a bottle before we hit the freeway. I didn't know what type of venue it was and if they had booze who knew how much it would cost. So on the sixty to the six 0' five. It was raining and the night had officially begun.

We were making good time. The freeways were pretty clear (it was early) and I guess you could say so far so good. But looming in the distance was the two ten. Now let me stop right there, I have nothing against the two ten. I didn't see a horrific accident there or something like that. It's just I get kind of nostalgic whenever I travel on that road. It's just that particular on ramp off the six o' five north that always gets me.

Years ago that place, that little intersection, played a huge role on who I was and who I now am. During that time I was living in Rialto and then Victorville with an ex-girlfriend. It was a pretty good relationship for the most part accept she was really pushing me to move in with her. I decided to go on with it because 1) I liked her (obviously) 2) She SEEMED like she had a good head on her shoulders 3)She said it was time for me to "grow up" (i.e., leave your friends and all that you love behind) Truth be told it was more like a forced situation. As result of this I became bored and angry. (honestly there's not much to do out there unless you have a healthy Meth habit) So more than often I would travel back home.

I had a female friend who lived in the Pasadena/Altadena area. We used to talk for hours on end. She wasn't perfect though. She came from a huge sc family. (she even tried to put me in an sc sweater once, didn't happen..lol) As result of her interesting opinions and similar tastes we grew to be pretty close. Sometimes, on the way back to deadsville, I would be selfish and instead of making a right to take the two ten east I'd make a left and go west. It was a decision I never regretted but it was one some didn't agree with, namely the woman I was living with at the time.

Nothing came from either relationships. Well. I guess you could count the personal growth, and knowledge I gained from the experience. I always sort of chuckle when I near that road and always wonder how much different my life would have been if I would of just stayed to the right.

(I should of stayed right more often. The Miller brewing company is there. Have you seen the silo of High Life they have?-M)