Fall is coming

The weather has turned unnaturally cool for August in Memphis. It's usually 100 degrees out this time of year. It's been low 70's/high 60's for the past few days. I think Fall is one of the most nostalgic times of year. Memories come flooding back from every single Fall I've experienced; a random occurence in grade school floats to the surface, and then a moment from just a few years ago. Other seasons cause this as well, but nowhere close to the extent of Fall.

I was running some stadium stairs with a friend of mine last night as part of a new work-out plan to make my pants feel better on my body. The cool Fall-like air coupled with the high school stadium environment led to vivid memories of those bygone days of sitting with the lame-ass pep squad at a Friday night football game, hoping that after the game I could get my hands on some sort of booze. Remembering Falls of the past is pleasurable, even if I may not have been happy at the particular Fall I'm remembering.

As my roomate and I lit up a smoke together on the porch when he came home from work last night, we talked about the weather and then reminisced about that dag gum pep squad from high school. Scott even remembered the names of the officers. He's like "Bethany used to get so fucked up with me and talk about all that shit. She'd ask me for some pot and then smoke the hell out of it." He then proceeded to do an imitation of her smoking a joint. "Why the hell did I join that thing anyway?," I asked "Oh yeah, because of the dances." Dances were an integral part of the social life in a small town with only one high school. You had to conform because if you didn't you wouldn't have anything to do. There weren't a lot of entertainment options.

Anyway, I'm ready for Fall.