Reboot

Hot August day.. packed Minivans..

Lugging boxes and bags up stairs because
the elevator is so tiny..

Parents.. siblings mull around like
confused, sweating cattle..

Bright-eyed freshmen lead the way like
they are ready to take on the world.

From the room next door.. I hear a
familiar sound.. the Minutemen
blaring loudly.. "Search" then "Games"
(in hindsight, foretelling..)

A kid with long hair draped to one side,
Head shaved above the ears..
Dr. Martens..
Painting his walls to cover the dull white..

I stick my head in and say "great music! Love SST"
He smiles and said, "I'm Rich.. welcome"

That scene.. frozen in my mind..

Sometimes I wish more than anything I could
go back to that exact moment in time and
start it all. over. again...