Sinister: T.O.P.

[MyMomSays at xxx.com]

    Lately I have been going on a lot of walks--sometimes I go alone and 
bring along music so I don't get lonely, and sometimes my sister goes along 
with me.  But mostly, I go alone.  I live in a neighboor adjacent to 
Bittersweet Park--and, for some reason, this neighborhood is called 
Bittersweet.  As a kid I didn't realize the meaning of Bittersweet--I merely 
associated it with a color that was some orangey brown in my box of Crayolas; 
right now I can't actually remember if there ever was an actual color called 
Bittersweet, but this orangey-brown, perfect for coloring in the empty 
outlines of a running Deer--I called it such.
    Once someone visiting from out-of-town commented in this odd name for 
such a place--Bittersweet is a weird name for a neighborhood and a nearby 
park.  My friend answered his question by saying "Children play here, but 
blood has been shed."  I like the idea of some ancient mishap going down at 
Bittersweet park; the settlers drinking the tainted water from bittersweet 
lake and going nuts and killing their own children.  I know it's ridiculous 
of me to want such a thing to have happened--but I can get away with it 
because I know it didn't occur.  Bittersweet was some before-sleep daydream 
constructed by a bored mid-70's developer.  Twenty years ago this was dirt.  
    But I often take a walk by the park.  The other night I made a new 
friend--a jaunting collie that was chasing geese.  I never know what to do 
with my hands and arms when I am walking.  One could move them back and forth 
merrily, but I always feel sort of dorky doing that.  Usually I end up 
shoving them in my pockets teen-angstily.  But I was walking along and this 
Collie jaunted beside me throughout the duration of my walk, eventually 
coming to regard me as its owner--perking up at the sound of my voice, 
obeying my random claps and whistles.  We walked together for a while, all 
around the park and then through the neighboring houses, and I eventually 
lost my new friend.  I had daydreamed of me actually being able to live that 
12-year old's fantasy of "He followed me home"...  but, I lost him somewhere. 
 
    Last weekend I decided to take another walk with a B&S mix tape I'd made. 
 It was mid-afternoon, around 3:30, and I had to weave through about three 
hundred canadian geese that were milling around the sidewalk--I was really 
enjoying myself, don't get me wrong.. the setting sun and the frosty air 
accompanied with a few of my favorite Belle and Sebastian songs.  But I did 
find out something I didn't know; I never know what to do with my hands when 
I am out walking, but I found that a few hand claps can stir hundreds of 
geese into flight.

lv
mandee
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