So I’m not from anywhere. That’s a whole thing, but it’s about me and not my hometown. I bring it up because in picking my hometown, I had to go with the place my mind returns when I’m asked about my hometown. I don’t think anyone there would call it my hometown. I was an outsider and still am. But it’s where my thoughts go when asked.
Then there’s my family’s hometown. All my family on both sides are from this place. It’s the place I would go to visit in the summers. It’s the place I’ve always been told was my hometown. But I couldn’t tell you much about it. Even now, after nearly forty years of going there, still couldn’t tell you.
So this is about Starkville, not Franklin. It’s about the town that didn’t claim me and that I don’t claim, but for a time we had each other, like it or not.
TVS, September 2015
There’s nothing to do here. Never is. So I get up, and I throw on my robe and smoke a cigarette. Everyone I know smokes.
The air’s cool in the morning but will be so scalding by noon that I will want to fucking die. I smoke another cigarette while I think about that.
J’s always coming by these days. P and I aren’t talking much. I’m hoping that will blow over. I heard about how F got a settlement from her dad’s death and is thinking of taking that money to Florida to become a model. I heard she talked to an attorney and he told her she’s crazy. She fired him. I also heard he’s gotten cancer and has found religion. Teaching Bible study after years of teaching atheism at the college. Guess people get scared.
My mom’s always on me about something. Dad doesn’t understand why I don’t have a job. What job? There’s no work. And Mom, well … she’s Mom.
A has decided to leave and go to Atlanta. I hope that works out for her. I’ve turned her room into a writing room, so I have the whole top floor now. Maybe I can write enough to sell something.
Out there, in the wooded outdoors, I mean, there’s bugs making all those sounds, and the sky is huge. There are deer in the yard. Wild packs of family dogs running around.
I go back out there and smoke a cigarette.
J comes over, then K and B. Later, M. We all smoke—well, except for M who fucking hates it—and talk about sci-fi books and movies. And how we’ll all probably fucking die here without ever having done anything.
We get hungry and go to get food.
I see my history teacher from high school, Mrs. H. I remember how she’s the only one who ever reached out to my parents because she was worried about me. I smile and tell her how I’m doing. She doesn’t remember me. I can see it in her eyes.
We know the cashier. We flirt all the time. But nothing’s gonna happen.
We eat, talk about movies and books, then smoke cigarettes inside the restaurant.
I see C working a shift, cleaning the tables, and think about how she broke my heart. I think about how we used to be and what we’ll never be.
We leave, then go to rent a movie. We spend hours bickering about what to watch, then finally get a movie that we’ve all seen a million fucking times. We take it back to K’s place and watch it. I order a pizza. All the drivers want my call ‘cause I fucking tip.
We drink. We smoke. We eat pizza. We smoke. We laugh and watch the movie. We smoke and drink. We talk about books, to J’s annoyance. He wants quiet through the movie, as though that’s ever gonna fucking happen. We drink. And smoke. I stare at M and think about how fucking pretty she is and how impossible it is for me to be sitting here and her there. And K’s there, too. And I love them both so that’s it.
We drink, we smoke, and then we pass out.
I go to this booth on campus where K’s working. M’s coming by later, and I’m hoping I’ll get to spend some time with them. It’s unlikely, though, because they’ve gotta go back home for the weekend. K tells me that L came by and was looking for me. My heart speeds up a bit. It’s new with L, but I’m optimistic.
I find her over by her dad’s booth, pushing newspaper subs. She smiles but she’s got such a sad and angry smile. I can’t help it, though. I’ve caught feelings. She touches me, but not as much as I’d like. I smile and flip my hair a little then go and smoke a cigarette. She hates it.
It really doesn’t work out between us that fall, in part because I can’t get over M. No one knows, or if they do, they don’t say. I can tell J feels it, though. Maybe he feels the same way?
I see K, working at a gas station. I smile because they’re managing the place and we used to steal gas from there when we were super fucking high and had no money. I say I’m doin’ fine, got a new car. We sit it in, then smoke some cigarettes in the gas station. See ya ‘round.
I have to drive a ways to see S. She’s great, though, and we’re really happy. There’s nothing between us and them, their town and ours, I mean. Catfish farms and trees. I get sleepy doing all the driving. Trying to quit smoking.
K and M graduate then start teaching. But I know they won’t be here much longer. J’s lost his mind and is trying to find it through adventures and work outs. P and I still aren’t talking.
A moves back from Atlanta. There’s not much goin’ on with my writing. Guess that’s done. Still no job.
I keep seeing people from the past—exs mostly—who come to my house. We sit on the back porch and smoke cigarettes. Sometimes on the roof. I want to kiss them all. But I don’t. I want to sleep with them, too. But we don’t. We just smoke and talk.
I lose my mind a little and regress back to playing with toys and reading comic books. S can take it, but she’s confused by it. Still, she sleeps with me while we’re surrounded by the shit.
I go back to college for a day, then leave because of panic. S and I break up. I dunno why. I love her, but I can’t keep driving over there every day. Also, she won’t stop masturbating in the club without me, which bothers me for some reason. And the music, Christ, I can’t take it anymore.
My dad’s made to interview for his own job. My mom decides to go to seminary. We look at going back to where we’re from. But I’m from here now. They tell me I can stay.
J gets a party pad. We both hook up with X. He says we should all hook up together. I like the idea, but I don’t do it.
P gets word I'm moving and comes around again. We open up his dad’s Z3 on the highway. Then we party with K and M and J and B. I get Cristal and everything. P and I make up, and he’s my brother again. Not that he ever wasn’t. He and X hook up while X’s neighbors watch and then applaud after. P’s pretty happy about that. X is mortified.
I listen to the mover spew bigotry at me as he packs up my shit. I watch all the things I brought with me that I still have and all the things I got from this place and all the things I will never have from here go into the box.
And then I leave it all behind.