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Name: Jeffro Metro: Birthday: 10/10/1980 Gender: Male
Interests: writing, swimming, music, spirituality, the color brown, the sun, books, going to san francisco, taking naps, cats Expertise: i don't think i have any anymore. i'm just trying to learn Occupation: Valet Parker Industry: Restaurant
Message: message me AIM: eastsidejeffro
Member Since:
12/18/2002
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| well i survived the swine flu. in the past week and a half i have dropped my cell phone in the toilet, losing all my numbers, had my truck break down, and got the dreaded swine flu. i have a new phone, my truck is fixed, and i am cured of the flu. so i guess things are looking up and up.
today at the redtree coffeeshop i had a serious flashback, or something, about california. i wanted to smell the air, see the ocean, taste the good food. it's safe to say that one day i will be back there, but the thought of another cincinnati winter makes my stomach turn. it just seems redundant sometimes... | | |
| two years and 4 months as a nomad and now i have a place to live.
i feel that i should write down all the experiences i have had as i lived without a technical "home". so many people in four states have allowed me to have a roof over my head, and to them i am more than grateful. they are the ones this little adventure started out for. i just knew, deep down, on may 31, 2007, that people would support me on my venture. this whole crazy thing about not having a house or apartment would bring out the compassion and love in others.
and indeed it did.
and it also caused me to reciprocate that love and service. i tried, though probably failed, to help clean the house i was staying in. pay a little money to take care of extra water or electricity or what not.
i don't know what exactly to call these past few years, but i know that i took some kind of simple vow to not live in a place where i was paying set "rent" with a lease, and so on. and looking back on it all, i feel that it was such a good experience, and if it called again i may answer and start loading Rubbermaid containers in to a Chevy conversion van.
for now, i have constructed a long awaited altar. and i will have a mattress of my own. and i can keep it as simple as i want.
and i am happy.
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| if you ever get the chance to drive up the california coast with your partner/significant other, i highly recommend doing so. there is a difference out west, and it doesn't only involve money and cost of living. there is a difference, i believe, in what matters. meaning, what matters to alot of people venice beach doesn't mean anything to people in the midwest. and usually what mattes in many parts of california is making sure that quality of life is always good. even with a job or without one. with loads of money or just makin it, i saw smiles across the board. i saw freedom. i saw people, yes, still in the race race, but they looked a lot healthier and, if you surf, you are cool in my book. visit a lonley desert and scope out the oasis. bathe in an ocean that purges new life into you. hold conversations with the broken, worn-out, and confused. i put my ear to the river and i hear a mighty water coming down from the mountain. i sense it is coming in faster than i thought, and that i had better be prepared to be washed away again to a place that sings of beauty. | | |
| wednesday in california. long overdue, long awaited.
in april of 2008 i told the pacific ocean, in particular the water of ocean beach, that i would come back soon to see him. suddenly it's been almost a year and a half.
wait for it... | | |
| the early twenties i was waiting for something to happen. by the time i hit 25, i was just throwing darts all over the place. one dart hit california, and i guess it's safe to say that something opened up. deep inside of me. call it in my heart. in my soul. in my mind. in all three. i still threw darts in california, but i was also learning again. i was, as the Bible says, "tasting and seeing that God was good." only it is written, "taste and see", and that involves the present moment. and in the present moment i was alive.
and now, three months away from 29, i look in the mirror and tell myself that if i shaved this beard off i would look the same as 22. and probably feel mostly the same. that is, i don't feel old. i feel like the boy of 15 is refusing to be sucked out. and i can think of many good reasons why i should act more like a 29 year old. but i can also think of many reasons why i shouldn't. i have blended mature knowledge with immature ways.
the things i do, oh yes, are very much planned out with a great deal of inner laughter and finger pointing.
i'm scared to death of people i love growing old. as for me, i'm stagnant in time. i'm content with whatever, but horrified of dying. i'm purposefully lonely, and loved and visited by many. | | |
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