Livin La Vida Bam

Good Morning Sunshine

I decided at 6:30 a.m. that it was a waste to go to sleep and that instead I should make my house look more like my home. The first place I went was my bedroom, it looked so... empty, it was actually tragic to see. Thankfully I had saved a small dresser that used to be in my closet. I emptied the air mattress and moved it into my room after the dresser, then came the boxes of art, lights, posters, movies, games, an old prison box tv, my skateboards and their holding rack, a record player, some vinyls, my tattoo machine, and a huge speaker system. It was a lot of work and took like an hour with a 10 minute smoke break after 30 minutes. I slowly put away my clothes in the dresser I had and hung some of them up on a small rack in the closet. I had to admit the room was quite spacious, the room I chose was the finished attic, there was enough room to stand though since the attic was built specifically for this purpose. The stairs leading up went right to the hallway. The room was light gray with "marble" floors, which in all actuality was just fake tiles from menards.

The first thing I did was plug my big speaker into the outlet and connect my phone. The first song I decided to blast was Superman by Eminem. I think it was my raging daddy issues that fueled me to do this but it is also an amazing song. Plus Eminem's hot so it's okay. I started with some smaller tasks like hanging up some old art that was originally tattoo designs that i just never got around to doing. I hung up some trippy posters and tapestries along with my black moon tapestry behind my bed. I set all my crystals and things along the window to the right of my "bed" which at the moment was still just the air mattress. i started hanging up unused cds and dvds on my wall with the shiny side out just because i liked the way the light reflected on them. i set my record player on the ground next to my bed and plugged it in and putting on Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac. I may act like a hard ass all the time but deep down I'm just a doped up hippy that likes to go out and party sometimes. I remade my bed this time actually putting pillow cases on my pillows since i had them unpacked now. I hung some Mushroom and Alice in wonderland tapestries on the ceiling just to make it less bland. I hung the lights up along the ceiling and plugged them in but making sure they were flicked off. I hung my boards next to the stairs and put up the 4 boards i had. The movies and games i shoved into and empty drawer in the dresser, and the tv i plugged in right in front of the bed.

I was running downstairs to grab my lighter when I heard someone knocking on my door. Since I was new here I was either expecting a police officer with a noise complaint or one of the neighbors trying to be nosy in my business.

I opened the door to see a face I was somewhat familiar with. It was the dude from the other night? not Bam, but the one who dragged him away. The first question that popped into my head and then continued out of my mouth was,

"why are you on my porch? and also, who are you?" I gave him a confused look through squinted eyes as I had been waking and baking in my empty living room alone. damn, lifes kinda sad right now. anyways off topic as my brain normally does but he stopped me mid thought.

"Uh, hi, I'm Ryan. I kind of met you last night when I was dragging away my friend."

I laughed a little bit. "Yeah, your friend is definitely a character to say the least."

He scratched the back of his neck "Yea, he really is, but I promise he's not always like that. and I came to apologize on his behalf since I know he won't do it himself."

I pursed my lips together and raised my eyebrows. "Yea, he kind of seems like a narcissistic prick who loves to act like a hot shot" the right side of my lip raised as I let out a sigh of laughter. "don't worry about it Ryan, it's not a big deal. As i told him, right now I'm just a nobody" i slightly smiled again closing the door quickly to make sure the conversation didn't carry on.

I went back to my room and finally got everything that belonged in there unpacked, it finally felt like my own home. My feelings towards this move have been shifting ever since the first hour I left Minnesota, but I couldn't turn back at that point. I went downstairs and put some Polaroid pictures in the hall, covering one wall and putting only a few on the other, mixed with old pictures and grad invites from classmates. I made the bathroom horror themed so I had all dark colours and some pretty cool mats and a shower curtain that turned blood red with the touch of water. After that was done i moved down to the empty living room where at the moment i could only hand a few road signs, a sign that said 'not slim extremely shady', and two black and white checkered beanbags. It was sad but it was more like home now. I put dishes and silverware away along with some plastic utensils and paper plates for when I get too lazy to do dishes.

When all was said and done the whole place was unpacked but still seemed extremely empty, but i was satisfied and decided i would sit on the porch and smoke again, hopefully not having a drunken idiot try to fight me this time though. At this point it was already 2 p.m. and I was ready to sit and bed and rot for the next few days. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and put on a black tank top with fuzzy black and red flannel pants. I open my front door with my bong in my hand. I see Ryan standing down the street, while there's a huge half pipe in the middle of the road. I thought living here couldn't be more interesting than it was last night but boy i was obviously wrong. I smoked my bowl quickly, getting to a point of violently high where I was laughing at my own conversations with myself when I remembered the half pipe. It's not like it was hard to forget considering it was like right in front of my face. I brought everything inside and hopped up my steps to grab one of my boards. I chose one of my element boards since it had been my most trusted one for years. I grabbed my over the shoulder hippy bag, throwing in a pack of cigs and a lighter along with my skate tool. I put on my sunglasses and took my keys from the counter locking the house up as I was closing the door.

I lit my cig as soon as the door was closed and started walking over to where Ryan was standing.

"Yo what's all this about" i motioned to the ramp with my cigarette in my right hand.

"Oh, Bam just wanted to, Ramp, up his tricks" he paused in the middle, obviously a terrible dad joke but I let out a small laugh.

Ryan and I sat there talking for a while when I saw Bam walking over to us. I decided to split since I wanted no part in whatever he was going to start.

"Yeah, uh, I'll talk to you later Ryan," I paused for a second, remembering the sharpie I had in my bag. "Actually, just text me some time," I said, writing my number on his hand. I let my board fall lightly to the ground pushing it away from me before running and jumping onto it, pushing as soon as I adjusted my feet correctly. I know it's not the most efficient way to say deuces to some strangers, but I wanted to get out as soon as possible and I was somehow very coordinated at doing that since I used it all the time to 'run away from home' at 16. I rode around for a little bit and got home around 6 p.m. Finally being able to just crash the second my head hit the pillow was relieving and I slept really good....

Until I heard the most obnoxious, loud banging on my door but it was almost melodic, like a song. I laid in bed still not checking the time, not even fully waking up. what I assume to be 10 minutes later when I was just getting back to sleep, the knocking started again.

"Jesus fucking Christ what the hell do you want" I said climbing out of bed and down the stairs.