The Past is the Past

I’m sitting in the car about two weeks ago and “Dixieland Delight” comes on the radio. I know everyone is thinking “wtf you redneck?” but anyways………blow me. So anyways that song always takes me back to greenville and 519 at around 2am when your legs might be there or they might not, but you cant feel a thing but the music and the light. A week later I got a hankering to return to the old stomping grounds for a night. Took off out of Wilimington and headed to greenville for dinner. I joined a few people for a drink or two. It seemed like I remembered these people to be alot more interesting than they actually were. Maybe I was just drunk all the time and they didn’t sit well with my soberness. Well that was later proved to be a fact b/c by 12 I was having a fucking blast. After a few hours of sobering up I got back in the truck and headed home. Well on that hour and a half ride back I got to thinking………………Why did I miss any of that? All I really did that entire night was get plastered and sit around bullshitting. I do that every friday night with some buddies in Raleigh without getting completely hammered and still have fun. I think the past is the past for a reason. If it were the present you’d have a clear view on how shitty it was lol. Two years ago I was living in a shitty ass townhouse, wearing cheap unwashed clothes, and living in what I would now consider “the ghetto”. I think if I returned to that style of life I would hate it. Maybe I am just becoming more shallow but I like nicer things now. Theres just something about a clean bed with a nice nautica comforter that doesn’t smell like regurgatated beer or coming home to my wife and son. Sometimes I could pull my hair out but I love both of them to death and I probably don’t deserve them at all so I guess I’m the luckiest guy out there in my mind. So maybe all the reflecting we do about the past is just disillusioned and we have it better at the present time than we ever have. I mean life is a giant learning curve so why wouldn’t it get better with age. I might not be a fine wine but cheese is supposed to be better aged too. So when we talk all great about the past lets try and see how good the present is.