May 29, 2025
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The other day i was at Tractor Brewery here in Albuquerque and a few things of note happened. First off, after I was good and drunk I went into the bathroom and was staring at the walls covered in graffiti and someone wrote in huge letters “I JUST WANT TO FEEL LIBERATED” and it was clear someone else tried to scratch it out, and I know that’s a Kanye lyric but it looked really raw scribbled up on the wall that way. And that means someone was drunk as shit and all they could think about was that line and I just kind of wonder what they’re stuck upon.
Another piece of graffiti that stuck out to me was one written on the baby changing table that said “Universal grammar is a lie, Noam Chomsky was wrong.” After a tiny bit of Wikipedia-ing the matter, I find myself unable to make an informed decision upon whether I support this statement, but it made me at least look some shit up and be curious about something I know nothing about.
My night started with me feeling like shit, and my nights always tend to come full-circle and end with me feeling like shit again, but there was something so beautifully temporary and stupid and whimsical this time. I love meeting people I don’t know and spending a night (and sometimes well into the morning) with them. These people don’t know me at all and I can be any version of myself I want to be, but that night we were all spilling honesty in the same fashion we were spilling beers, and we told stories and begged each other for the details in the memories we usually skim and some of it was ugly, but we all nodded to each other and said “Cheers to that shit” and continued on our night. It was so refreshing, and though I’ll probably never see them again (nor do I particularly wish to), I want to remember this night and remember to not underestimate the companionship that strangers can provide. The limiting factor in reinventing yourself is everything others remember about you, and sometimes starting from scratch for a night is a beautiful thing.