Yesterday, for the first time, Justin and I saw Spiro’s family’s pizza shop, dubbed Corner Pizza. The place is really nice, inside and out. I mean really. It’s clean, and has got just a really nice atmosphere. It’s much nicer than most pizza shops. And it’s right next to Sweeney Todd’s Barber Shop. Honest to fucking god that’s its name. The food is delicious too. Those hot wings made me sweat. A very awesome business, indeed.
Today, after staying at Spiro’s grandmother’s house, Spiro, Justin, Spiro’s little sister, and I all went into Philly to traipse around on South Street for the day. South Street of Philadelphia is full of cafes, restaurants, music shops, clothing places, and a shitload more. We went first to Showcase Comics, and I discovered the first two issues of Secret Invasion Deadpool. Deadpool’s my favorite superhero, a statement that I’ve affirmed by reading those first two comics. I also bought a CD at our next destination, Repo Records. It’s a CD of an artist that Justin recommended to me, Dr. Dog. The album is called Toothpaste. I like it alright. After that I think we went to Crash Bang Boom, formerly Zipperhead. We didn’t buy anything there. We walked around more and went to at least one other place, a cafe with interesting art on the walls (i.e. a man sitting on a toilet, two ducks fighting, the inner ear, etc.), but we didn’t do too much else except complain about the cold. It was still fun.
I couldn’t help feeling like a newb as we walked. I’m the only one who really didn’t know my way around Philly. I live in the suburbs not far outside of Philly, and yet it’s so distant a place to me. I hardly ever go there, and here Spiro’s little sister goes to these places all the time. Justin too. My eyes have been opened to what’s potentially been causing me to feel like life is progressing wrong as of late. I’m not really developing any more at school, or in this town. Philadelphia might be my solution to this; I think I need to get out there more often. Go to some shows. Visit stores and cafes maybe. Just dick around. Right here, right now things do not feel fine.
I also must be more careful with my money. I mean, I have to be. I’m the only one who bought anything at the three places we visited, and reflecting back, I feel like a glutton. I mean, this CD isn’t bad, and Deadpool 1 and 2 rock hard, but I don’t have any money now. I don’t want to work just to go and not have money again. The others didn’t buy shit, because this kind of trek into the city is nothing for them. That’s what I want it to become for me.
Spiro’s little sister surprises me. I only sorta knew he had one; it didn’t really come up at any point in time. She has blonde hair, but most of it’s died pink. I don’t remember what she had on yesterday, but today it was a studded red leather-looking jacket, a skirt, striped stockings, and boots. It’s funny how she and Spiro are all punk like that. Tee hee. I also started to feel like I was dressed for the suburbs, not the city, what with my blue waterproof coat dealie. It doesn’t look that bad, but it’s not exactly fashionable. Anyway, Spiro’s little sister is pretty mature for her age, pretty much just like someone we’d normally hang-out with, except smaller. Definitely not like other kids her age, at least not ones I’ve seen. Little idiots.
I want to go back to the city soon. I’m trying hard not to talk like that’s a big deal, because it isn’t. People my age go all the time. It’s nothing. Being there to me, it just feels like…a furtherance of my life. Sorta like where I should be next. I’m feeling unmotivated and just off because I need to get to somewhere bigger, live more. Maybe meet some people. Maybe learn how.
