TheOldGuy
Well-Known Member
First of all, as many of you know, I am a big Sublime fan. I love almost all of their music, and have almost all their CDs. unfortunately, the radio only plays 3 of their songs. They play What I Got, Santeria, and Wrong Way.
Second, as some of you know, I grew up in a shitty-ass ghetto gang-infested neighborhood in deep east San Antonio. My family moved away from their when I was 12 and I haven't been back since.
Well, that is I hadn't been back until last night. Last night, I took a drive. I took the highway towards downtown, and swapped onto another highway (I-35) heading north towards austin/dallas. Along the way, I came across my old side of town. Stoned as hell, I decided to take a trip to my old house. Everything was exactly how I remembered it from over 7 years ago. I made my way past the mall, past my sisters' high school, past my old supermarket, and then into the real deal: My old neighborhood. If any of you ever want to see this place, come on down to San Antonio. I'll take you there. You'll gain appreciation for just how scary it is. The houses are densely packed. The streets are dark and narrow. Stray dogs wander the streets all night. Many of the houses have fences for protection. Anyway, trust me: It's scary as shit. So i made my way into my old neighborhood called The Glen. I still know the place like the back of my hand, so I went towards my street.
Just a few minutes past midnight, as I turned the steering wheel o my truck to turn onto the street, a song came on the radio...
"Early in the morning....
... Rise up to the street..."
You know the rest.
The weirdest part to me is the fact that it was "early in the morning", and i was turning "to the street". Man I love Sublime. I was soooo high last night.
The whole point of the trip was to prep myself psychologically for college. Let me tell you guys something: It worked.
Second, as some of you know, I grew up in a shitty-ass ghetto gang-infested neighborhood in deep east San Antonio. My family moved away from their when I was 12 and I haven't been back since.
Well, that is I hadn't been back until last night. Last night, I took a drive. I took the highway towards downtown, and swapped onto another highway (I-35) heading north towards austin/dallas. Along the way, I came across my old side of town. Stoned as hell, I decided to take a trip to my old house. Everything was exactly how I remembered it from over 7 years ago. I made my way past the mall, past my sisters' high school, past my old supermarket, and then into the real deal: My old neighborhood. If any of you ever want to see this place, come on down to San Antonio. I'll take you there. You'll gain appreciation for just how scary it is. The houses are densely packed. The streets are dark and narrow. Stray dogs wander the streets all night. Many of the houses have fences for protection. Anyway, trust me: It's scary as shit. So i made my way into my old neighborhood called The Glen. I still know the place like the back of my hand, so I went towards my street.
Just a few minutes past midnight, as I turned the steering wheel o my truck to turn onto the street, a song came on the radio...
"Early in the morning....
... Rise up to the street..."
You know the rest.
The weirdest part to me is the fact that it was "early in the morning", and i was turning "to the street". Man I love Sublime. I was soooo high last night.
The whole point of the trip was to prep myself psychologically for college. Let me tell you guys something: It worked.