I'm supposed to be on the island of Antiparos by now.
I'm not supposed to have to go work the local urban radio station's pool party.
I'm supposed to spend the next 6 weeks in near paradise conditions, drinking too much at night, working too hard during the day, and generally squeezing every single drop out of life.
Instead, I'm in Tulsa, a town which for all intents and purposes is dead. Tulsa is like a patient with cancer that has given up. Tulsa doesn't care that it has slipped from a second tier city to a lower third tier city in just ten short years. The populace is content, and some are even pleased, that we are becoming the land of chain resturants and AF2 teams. But fuck that. I just wish I was in Greece with 5 of the best group of 12 people I have ever known in my life. I guess I feel a bit better that not everyone is going back, so it's not like I'm the one breaking up the band. Delroy and Scotty won't be there, so I was going to have to go all Lord of the Flies on the deserted island for a week on my own, but I still would have.
I miss those people and that experience so much.
But there is a greater good here.
I want to be a writer.
Fuck it, I am a writer.
And the reason I'm not in Greece this summer gaining more life-experience and the all important material is so I can hopefully, get into grad school and become a better writer.
So that's why I'm in exile in Oklahoma, and it's not as bad as it sounds, but Tulsa's just no the town to be in right now. There are creative, innovative, awesome people here, but the policy makers and the people with money have given up. So those people are leaving in droves. I've always resisted, always said that if enough people stay, people will begin to come back and this city can achieve all the potential that it holds, but if I believed in God, I'd be praying that I got into Grad School just so I can get the hell out of Tulsa.
I don't know where this was going.
Despotiko Dozen, I miss you.
Posted by orion at June 1, 2003 03:36 PM | TrackBack