when you get older

I looked up at him as he made her cry

He turned to me, almost, but not quite embarrassed and said:

“you’ll understand when you get older”

On tv, someone yelled at someone to “go get the yayo”

I looked at him confused as he looked back at me and said:

“you’ll understand when you get older”

Today, I’m older

And some things I do understand now.

Some things I still don’t. Even when I act like I do.

That’s where we’re the same.

AltaLoma

July 15th, 2021

2:22pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

Me and You

Me and You.

I spit into the ocean.

It combines with a splash of the obnoxious night sea.

Fuck it.

I have four walls and a roof, what do you matter to me?

A fridge full of healthy food, I should have nothing to do with you.

A DVD player with Reservoir Dogs waiting to be played.

An intoxicated mind hungry to type meaningful things but nothing comes out.

Sure It would be cooler if you were here.

Sure…

The table unclean from last weeks dinner.

Breakfast actually?

I don’t know.

The couch imprinted with the asscheeks of friends I’ll always call my brothers stays still with a hope of being occupied by us.

It stinks in here, and you stink…

…In a nice way.

I’ll be up in the morning to kill it again.

I’ve been doing just fine…

…how about you?

AltaLoma 1:32 am

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

i’m a bad person

I heard something, a while ago, that kind of stuck with me.

It’s hard to remember who said it or if it was just something I saw on social media.

“People don’t care what you have to say, they’re just waiting for their turn to talk.”

It’s hilarious how true this can be.

Sometimes I’ll be talking to somebody close to me and I can’t wait for them to shut the fuck up so I can say what I have to say. To talk about myself or something.

Other times… I’m really listening, empathizing, sympathizing, and I become conscious of the other times I’m not.

It’s a sorry feeling, but we’re all human, I guess.

Of course, it depends on the topics brought up, but I tend to forget that certain conversations might be way more important to one than the other.

For all I know, you’ve already left this post to go watch YouTube.

Whatever, it’s all good in the neighborhood.

If you’re still here, the point I’m trying to make is… to listen a little more. It’ll do us all some good.

AltaLoma 4:36 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

Fuck

I’m walking into a thunderstorm of clinks and clanks.

People pigging down Brussels sprouts and sloshing pints of hazy IPA’s down their privileged throats.

Jody is in the kitchen talking to Felicity about the guy she fucked last night.

He didn’t wear a rubber which sucks but at least he’s friends with one of the coolest DJ’s in Wilmington, California.

Erin is in the office giving Jason a lame schedule because he called off the other day.

Excuse me?!

Can we order with you?!

Are you our server?!

We’re ready for some Jame-o shots!!!

The lady talking to me has her tits out for everyone to see but doesn’t want anybody to see.

The weed in my computer desk is blowing up my phone, asking when I’ll be back.

I don’t answer, I’d probably start to cry.

The new Panic at the Disco ripping through the speakers is making my ears bleed, my bones shake, and my head pound.

I’ll hear it again probably another fifty seven times if I’m lucky. Fifty eight if I’m not.

If there was a button for a painless way to opt out, I’d press it right here, right now.

But what am I complaining about?

I just clocked in.

AltaLoma 5:18 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

The Velvet Devil

Another sip and it’s all gags and apologies from here

Apologies to myself

Apologies to myself

Apologies to myself

The song playing on my buddies JBL makes me think of something I can’t remember

It ends up that way sometimes

Don’t think about

Don’t even try to remember

There’s no use

Only the glass glued to my eyes…

The plastic bag on the ugly table…

…and a book I probably won’t open again

I’m lazy, too lazy

And it’s fine.

What was I saying?

I got caught into a conversation that I’ll forget in a second.

It’s fine.

AltaLoma 11:48 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

In n out

12:23 am

I came here for a number 2.

Sounds funny huh, haha, shut the fuck up.

Waited in line for 30 minutes.

Watched a couple of videos on my phone to kill time.

“Haha I bet he watched some porn”

No, YouTube.

Got to the window.

Paid for my food.

Now I’m typing this on the 110 South.

Might get home safely.

Might crash.

Don’t want this burger anymore.

AltaLoma

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

Back for a Bit

It’s been a little while, huh?

I’ve missed you.

Those that read these microscopic clouds of wander coming from my clouded thought.

Whoever you are.

This is us in our purest form.

The evil that smiled and taunted is no longer in sight.

Assuming it’s moved on to others.

I’m here to help.

You wake up every morning to live a day you’ve lived for years.

But not today.

Or tomorrow.

Or the next.

Smile and laugh in the face of doubt, for YOU is what it fears the most.

Behind its teeth, it chokes on your will.

Will to live.

Will to inspire.

Will to keep moving.

Soon it’ll be back to visit me.

But I’ll remember that I’m not alone.

As it lies there when you open your eyes, tell it I said hi.

– AltaLoma 2:41 pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.