My first year of college I wasn't going home for Thanksgiving instead
Addison Kay
My first year of college I wasn’t going home for Thanksgiving instead
I went to visit a home-friend in Los Angeles who was staying in his dorm room at
UCLA. An empty little city. We sat on Greed’s bed and used his new Oculus headset
to walk the streets of our hometown. Or rather, our hometown does not exist on
street-view maps. So instead we walked around the soundless suburban strip mall:
the new Thai place, the gym the Subway the gas station, reminiscent for a Stop &
Shop that Greed and I used to bike to, to buy candy and sit down by the train tracks
and bite sour gummies and dream about how we were going to get out of here. Then
the world ends. I will not cry. I tell him. But I am.
What do you want to do next? Greed asks me. I say Everything. So we blow cash on new
pants and new shoes and scarf bean bowls in Westwood and visit his older sister,
Faith, and watch her marriage fall apart, and at the end of the night Greed and I
share a bed in a B&B where the sallow lights tingle and the fridge is stocked with
warm beer. I am still hungry, so I bite his neck and we roll around and hope we
never have to reconcile the repercussions of new morning.
I went to visit a home-friend in Los Angeles who was staying in his dorm room at
UCLA. An empty little city. We sat on Greed’s bed and used his new Oculus headset
to walk the streets of our hometown. Or rather, our hometown does not exist on
street-view maps. So instead we walked around the soundless suburban strip mall:
the new Thai place, the gym the Subway the gas station, reminiscent for a Stop &
Shop that Greed and I used to bike to, to buy candy and sit down by the train tracks
and bite sour gummies and dream about how we were going to get out of here. Then
the world ends. I will not cry. I tell him. But I am.
What do you want to do next? Greed asks me. I say Everything. So we blow cash on new
pants and new shoes and scarf bean bowls in Westwood and visit his older sister,
Faith, and watch her marriage fall apart, and at the end of the night Greed and I
share a bed in a B&B where the sallow lights tingle and the fridge is stocked with
warm beer. I am still hungry, so I bite his neck and we roll around and hope we
never have to reconcile the repercussions of new morning.