Drowning Out    

by Johnny Ovall

Holey, Worn, Dc brand shoes,

By the looks of them I can tell theyve been skated quite a bit.

The left shoe, the kick foot

With a light grey color and black laces.

I can attach myself to those shoes.

I have shoes that are just as worn, if not more.

I connect to each pair of shoes I own

As a skater I feel the many differences between each shoe

The sole, the arch, the way they grip.

Falling asleep in the back of the van, me and my sister,

After a long day at the beach.

I love and miss those great days.

Laying on the carpet with a pillow under my head,

And blankets keeping me warm.

Hearing the noises of the cars and freeway,

As the lights of others continuously flash by.

I start to nod out.

The blanket: A thick wool like material,

Itchy at times it is a different kind of comforting.

The old days when there wasnt as much bullshit,

Things just flowed; we didnt have to plan,

We just did it; we did it as a family.

The good old beach days.

I fall asleep and the next thing I know

A strong man is picking me up:

My father, My hero.

He carries me up the steps and drops me into bed.

I hate the crap and the bullshit that gets in the way of families.

Walking in the door after a long day at school

Sweaty, Tired, and hoping to relax.

I get hit in the face with a recurring argument:

Debt and Money

Why are you so wreckless?

Its thousands of dollars

I try to drown it out, sitting in my room.

I listen to my ipod: Funky Breakbeats by DJ Shadow.

Lying on my side, trying to fall asleep.

 I wish it could go back to the old days

   Laying next to my sister with that wool blanket after a long day at the beach

   Being carried by my father, dropped into bed.

The Past, It just felt so much simpler then.