This Ain’t Da Wawaz Baby (Sheetz Fountain Bev)
Missed Connections in Richmond
This Ain’t Da Wawaz Baby
If you don’t get the title, this isn’t for you.
Please don’t obsess over this
Or think I have some hidden meaning
Because it is for someone else.
I assure you.
Please do feel free to read on. You’re probably
Bored
Obsessed
Confused why this isn’t your ebay account (maybe your grandson Jeremy fiddled with your History or bookmarks or something)
And/or just plain curious.
This is a lighthearted note.
A throwback to a simpler time: a golden age of cassettes, Macaulay Culkin: child star, and a monkey no one could put together. Childhood. Ignorance.
Back in the day when a kid
Was a kid. The only schedule that mattered was Saturday morning
And your cartoons… And the skin of the roof of your mouth mingling with your crunch berries (when HFCS was still ok to eat. Because no one knew ingredient panels existed unless they were on a diet.)
When car phones were cool.
Before Justin Bieber, text messages, and Wii
(Super Nintendo FOREVER).
When things had BUTTONS and maps made sense.
When an iPod could have been a robot…instead of something else expensive to replace and complicated to use.
I miss and love you. I suck at communication.
The first step is acknowledging the problem.
Next I suppose is understanding my hatred of phones.
I guess I get frustrated an try to shut it all off. Then I lock myself away.
Please don’t be offended. Maybe I just don’t know how to deal
(Actually, I can’t shuffle… ;] GOUDA)
There’s something else I miss. I just can’t figure it out.
Or maybe I can’t remember.
Ever felt you know something
But you don’t?
You amaze me. You rock. I love you forever.
And I am extremely tired…but not sleepy. Please call the law offices of Kalfus and Nachman if I get jammed up.
This situation has taken me to several breaking points,
But I don’t have the balls. XD I’ve let this tumor grow.
Now I’ve got a lot of choices to make.
Her Two Cents
Even though I live in the land of Sheetz (with the Wawa’s being just one state over) I won’t look for any hidden meanings in this message that isn’t intended for me – mainly because it’s not terribly necessary; our Richmond poet wears their sentiments on their sleeve. On Labor Day it’s easy to think back and wax poetic on those old school days when things seemed simpler, easier, less confusing and free of problems and decisions. Is it the voice of the past or present we don’t understand during these moments?
