Slaughterhouse Five
by Bobosan on Jul.01, 2006, under Main
A few days ago I lost it. I got sick and tired of all the drama in this house….all the drama involving my Father and his new wife. My Dad and I, got into a huge fight over the smallest thing, and thing’s just spiraled out of control. He was basicaly egging me on, and after he was smart enough to leave, I punched a hole through my door. I learned an important fact though: these doors aren’t as sturdy as I thought.
Anyhow, I needed to get out of the house for awhile. I threw my shoes on and headed to Dustin’s for awhile. I was just sick of everything I’ve had going on at this damn house. I decided to leave—to get away from it all. I was looking up jobs and apartments on Craigslist while I was at his house. But where to go? Georgia sounded nice. So did the eastern seaboard. Then it hit me, why not go to Kansas?
I know a lot of people from Kansas, including Danyale, who I’ve talked to on and off for a couple years now. So I left. I went back home, threw all my stuff into my car, and set out on the road. Topeka is a 10 hour, 600 mile drive from Columbus. I left at 11:30 p.m. local and got into Toepka about 9 a.m. the next day. The drive was fun. I don’t think I’ve ever driven 600 miles and have it go so quickly. I suppose the fact that I was pissed, and scared helped some. I had no idea what-so-ever what I was going to do when I got into Topeka.
I ended up getting a hotel room and passing out for a few hours. The hotel itself wasn’t too bad. I was right by the interstate, and kept hearing the damn traffic, but I realized soon that the window was wide open. After I shut the window everything was fine again, and I drifted back to sleep. I got a few more hours of sleep before I woke up for good, literally starving. Somehow though, I managed to find an Arbys to subside my hunger. But I was left with a decision, what do I do? Do I go home? Do I tough it out? I haven’t been happy here for awhile. I need a change…
Of course, I took the easy route, and started home. The drive this time seemed to lag. In fact, I needed a ton of coffee to even stay awake long enough to finish it. Slowly, I drove and drove, the darkness soon fading into a bright morning. About the time I hit St. Louis, I got a phone call from my friend Renee. I got my only good news of that day, that she was out of the hospital for spinal meningetis. That made me smile a little bit,I mean, of course I was worried about her.
Four more hours later, I make it back ‘home’. This place won’t be home for much longer. I’m getting out of here again. Where my trip will take me, I haven’t a clue. But I know I need a change. And this time, I’ll be more financially ready to just get up and go.
Drama…if you don’t have it…you’re not doing something right.