Every September Since 2005 by Paige Gresty
Paige Gresty hangs out on the deck. This is a good memory. Every suburban house needs a deck. Without decks there would be no way to enjoy one’s immaculately landscaped suburban backyard. Footnotes indicate the important thing. Liberating the footnotes away from academia into something meaningful is greatly appreciated. Additional stories are told through the tiny footnote fragments. Here Paige invokes the geometry of beauty, the geometry of youth. Age only intensifies that geometry making the slopes hard angles.
Cars are meant to be parked. Some say driven. Those some are idiots. Paige hangs out with a matured idiot. Knowing too much about music is a good way to preserve one’s virginity. Obsessions with culture do this to many people. It takes interacting with others to break out of this cycle. Here that is not done by the nameless ninny. Rather they hang around the Metro DC area. Safe places are picked like Whole Foods. Gentrification takes place typically two to three seconds after the arrival of a Whole Foods. Later on this man child smokes a big old bad thing since he’s all into the Velvet Underground and trying to be tough. Yet he knows nothing about Brooklyn. His impulses are collected from others with no specific point of reference for his own life.
High School is a low point in anyone’s life. Paige Gresty gets a favorable comparison to Dustin Hoffman. Obviously this guy knows relatively little. Dustin Hoffman is a solid, erect, rock-hard kind of actor. Everybody loves that guy. Unlike this guy who welcomes Paige to his home in his garage with him in his underwear Dustin Hoffman would never do that. Nope Dustin Hoffman works in plastics. He took the advice. He made a ton of money from his shrewd plastics investment. However Dustin Hoffman probably shouts really weird stuff during sex too. That seems on brand for him. Here is where her boyfriend and Dustin Hoffman becomes the same person.
England offers a high street. Indeed it is high. Paige drank for days in England since that’s what people do in England: they drink. The drinking leads to other things. Alcohol is one thing. Waking up covered in vomit without shoes in a hospital seems to take it a bit far. Drugs are a hell of an experience. Whatever the outcome depends on the mindset of the person, it varies. There is no uniform: this is what will happen. Everything changes. Generally losing control is one of those things. Control over life is hard enough sober though. On drugs it is probably impossible.
These are sad relationships. Oftentimes people go through tons of mediocre or downright dreadful relationship before finding ‘the right one’. Paige Gresty shares aspects of her life and can look back on it with clear eyes and a clear mind. Life necessitates that these misfortunes happen for a reason. Without the bad relationships, there would be no way to get relationships right.