just thinking about the weezer song "In the Garage"

that pretty much describes my life for the past few months.

I live in a guest house made out of a garage. Thats about to change, tommorrow, but before that, I wish to reflect upon my time here in the garage. The cave. The endless abyss. Place of sorrows. Epitomy of emptyness.

Only my very good friends have been here. Even had the balls to have a girl or two over, before it was even fixed up. balls because i think, after they saw the place, and even though they stayed because i'm a cool guy, they never wanted to come over again.

I thank my friends, who came to visit me during dark times, to enjoy a few rounds of street fighter and a movie or two. Means all the difference to me. In Japan, it is one of the highest honors to be invited to someone's house. Its about showing a large part of who you are. Its about the trust you give to someone by inviting them into your dwelling, the place you eat, sleep, and work. I tend to give it the same honor.

What happens now is I move into a new place, that is close to my old old place, with a new person, and a new perspective, and an old rut gone.

I think we will get along fine. She hasn't ever felt up my girlfriend like my last roommate and the 3rd roommate doesn't even exist there. Plus we listen to the same music and eat the same food, what could be better than that? I might have to leave and sleep outside in a tent if her Dad ever comes to town, but hey, i'm a man who isn't scared of a night under the stars.

so, so long to the garage, where i feel safe, where no one hears me sing this song.