#acroamatics

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Hi there!

[thestridebackmachine]

==> Dave: Return to the past.

You meant metaphorically, right?  Yes. You meant that metaphorically. There is literally know other way you could have meant that because of really dumb reasons like being unable to time travel. A part of you believes this to be an idiosyncratic thought. Something to do with some symbolic undoing of yourself through the magnitude of a task that’s yet to come—unfulfilled potential. You’ve heard that hymn a million times, echoed in your own head in the numerous cries of yous that were not actually really you. It’s just another detachment though. A million and one yous and a million and one reasons why things didn’t go right. A million and one regrets, fuck-ups, missed opportunities. God. You’ve already put yourself through the meat grinder on that account. You’ve thought about it over and over and over and over again like your mind’s stuck in perpetual rewind. Basically your own personal holocaust, right? More like a sad teenage fantasy sob story on crack. A self-pity party, population: you. Just excuses layered on irony serving as a façade for even more excuses, right? Your thoughts drift back: A million swords in stone. And not a single one you haven’t gone and broke. Except that one. There was one you couldn’t break. There goes a sardonic chuckle. A smile graces your lips. Yeah. You’re going back.

Compose New Message xxx-xxx-xxxx ___________________ so hey yeah its that kid you gave your phone number to im enroute to houston right now and its fucking cold in this plane i wish i wore an extra layer or a snuggie if im gonna be honest im not feeling too good about doing this but i guess its sort of about time you know anyway yeah im gonna take a nap

Message sent.

It’s strange how you feel so out of place in airport terminals. It’s strange to be alone, out there in the wide, wide world by yourself and although you’re no longer a kid and although you were a pretty self-efficient dude in the first place (you’d like to think at least) you’ve come to realize some aspect of yourself that you’ve long since ignored. It’s laughable how stupid you were back then to not have seen this. Social anxiety. The words seem to linger in your head for a few moments longer than you wanted, your hands gripping tight the duffle bag you’ve brought with you. You sling it over your shoulder, catch sight of a kid giving you this weird look, then push up your shades as you turn away. You hate crowds. You hate big, open spaces. You hate the cold and you hate Canada with a burning passion that rivals that of your own burning pseudo-homoerotic tendencies. Could possibly be an overstatement but all the same, you hail a taxi outside the airport and you roll your old address off your tongue like it’s clockwork and the fifteen minute drive in complete and total silence is unbearable and the driver smells like a dump its like deodorant isnt even a thing anymore what the hell is even up with this godawful unholy stench You wish Rose was here. You briefly regret not asking her to join you, but it’s impossible because of a Really Big Thing that’s happening tomorrow. Understandable. Like, really understandable; in fact you feel kind of awful about ditching her for Houston like this except you know she gets it. She gets why you squandered a pocketful of money buying this airplane ticket, shipping yourself via airmail back to your old place for a day just so you could relive something you’ve been ignoring for years. The unbreakable sword. You pay your fees and step out of the taxi cab and look up. Your apartment complex.

haha dude this is a riot it looks exactly the same as in not exactly the same but i dont know its been a while i guess im just kind of psyched in a weird way like maybe if i go up there some gay in his late 20s is going to be fucking his boyfriend in my bedroom im going up now oh shit they refurbished the elevator what the fuck is this christmas music in the lobby

It takes a few minutes. Two minutes is more than enough to dredge up a fuckload of memories though. Stupid times like the time you scraped your knee pretty badly and Bro had to get you icecream to get you to talk to him again. Picking out your first vinyl (J-Dilla, Fall in Love. Side B, Slum Village's rehash. A classic.) and first getting your grubby preteen fingers all over that sweet groove sequencer that you lovingly dubbed the phat beat machine. First strife, first major injury caused by aforementioned strife, first time you thought you hated Bro for real.

As the elevator hits the top floor, you feel a pang of guilt.

An unbreakable sword indeed. An unbreakable sword and a presumably unbreakable man. Someone that, as you slip the key into the familiar silver knob of your former home, you want to still exist but after the first three weeks alone in your apartment 5 years back, something was telling you that it wasn't happening. 

hey im opening the door right now so yeah um could you do a guy a favor and keep talking to me for a while or something thatd be really cool and stuff yeah thanks

The door opens. Message sent.

[thestridebackmachine]

hey, just gonna let you know if you're ever bored or need someone to talk to online or have a quicker form of communication, you can always text me or somethin. my number is xxx-xxx-xxxx, just in case.

im going to text you all that way to houston now 

i hope you dont regret this

[thestridebackmachine]

hey. thought i'd stop and say happy birthday, kid.

oh

yeahthanks broi mean it 

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acroamaticsがあなたの投稿に返信しました: 

i’ll do it when you’re tired then. consider it a promise or some shit.

i'll hold it to you then, babe.

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acroamaticsがあなたの投稿に返信しました: 

maybe. i’ll be nice enough to include a goodnight kiss though. how about that?

nnnno now i'm awake.

why can't you do it when i'm actually sleepy?

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acroamaticsがあなたの投稿に返信しました: 

i’m still gonna tell you to go back to bed.

is this because i always tell you to go to bed.

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acroamaticsがあなたの投稿に返信しました:

go back to bed.

i've got stuff to do today, i can't.

strideonbyがあなたの投稿に返信しました: 

coffee.

mmmmaybe.