My Parent's Place Has A Garage That's Detached From The House. When We Were Younger, My Brother And I
My parent's place has a garage that's detached from the house. When we were younger, my brother and I would sometimes climb on to the roof of the garage. Our parents were angry and made us stop when they found out, and sure it was dangerous, but I wish we could do that again. I miss the days where we were kids and did crazy things. Where it felt like we could do anything and had the whole world in our sight. I miss the view of my neighborhood from on top of the garage, a galaxy unexplored and mysterious to me.
Our property was my entire world, and I lived there fully. I would roll in the grass and flick the slugs off of me in the spring. I would run through the grass at sunset chasing fireflies in the summer. We would sled down the side yard in the winter. And jump inside piles of leaves in the fall.
I wish I would have appreciated those days more, when I still had them.
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I think being called apathetic by someone I just met says alot about me.
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Paul once reminded me, 'Don't forget, you're not very good, any of you, you know that, don't you?' I had forgotten, I had. It had gotten to the point where I was really believing in myself, you know, really having a good time being me. Apple was in its (comparatively) early days. I had been back from America three months, this was summer 1968. It was design time for stationery and advertisements and logos, we were building our image by being and that was trouble, being. Being was sticking your neck out and getting bites all over it. I don't think I ever hated anyone as much as I hated Paul in the summer of 1968. Postcards would arrive at my house from America or Scotland or wherever, some outright nasty ones, some with no meaning that I could see, one with a postage stamp torn in half and pasted neatly showing the gap between the two halves. Joan received one bearing the words: 'Tell your boy to obey the schoolmasters,' and signed: 'Patron.' Far out. Lots of people were getting postcards in those days; Christ, you know it wasn't easy. These were the days long before Klein came into town. These were the days when Neil Aspinall as Managing Director would come into my room in Apple in the middle of the day and collapse on the sofa and sit, staring and staring. He tells me now it was fear. I knew then it was fear. We were all frightened. We were frightened of Them and we were frightened of each other and we were frightened of the press. At about this time Paul wrote 'Hey Jude'. Remember: make a sad song better.
As Time Goes By, Derek Taylor (1973)
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rip magneto you would have loved killing elon musk
no but seriously i come up with great story plots and scenes i want to add to my story but when i sit down at my desk my brain just forgets how to write them down. ill just sit down and be like "they do this and then they die and this other person will be sad" like wow i just have a way with words.
me: yeah i want to be a writer
me: *doesn’t write, just daydreams about writing*
