icebreaker

i figure the first post is always the hardest... when i used to write in a journal, the blank pages would tease me. you have to make the first page GOOD! as long as the first page is decent, the rest of the pages could be useless...

so, random thought going on in my head:

i really miss a particular book store that i used to frequent... it was Books, Strings, & Things. i LOVED it! i used to drive my friends crazy, dragging them in there to check out the fiction section. i'd pour over each and every (alphabetically ordered) book. i'd drink in the titles, the cover illustrations. i'd almost always leave that store with something! i bought anais nin books there. i bought a d.h. lawrence book there... then it closed and a cigar bar / coffee shop took its place. roanoke hasn't been the same since.

i miss the roanoke of my high school years. it's a strange city to me now. trying to be something it's not... trying too hard to be big. it's like a little pre-adolescent city sneaking makeup and short skirts to school. not letting itself evolve naturally, but being forced into its destiny.

i was a writer then... almost, sort of, kinda a real writer... i used to drink coffee at the coffee shop, smoke my cigarette on the stoop. give people dirty looks when they'd try to peer at what i was writing! (well, okay, that really only happened once.) those were such exploratory times.

love.