No more Patio

The 1,742 word love letter/obituary for The Patio
by Steve Hayes.

Stranger Lazy had played this venue many times, and felt like home turf. We had our best shows there, with the more people attending each show, until we finally packed the mutha. Playing on that stage was awesome..

It shall be missed.

Feelings thus far..

So in realizing that I don't have everything figured out.. in fact I have nothing figured out, I've come to understand that I am happy right here in this moment. Not in the future, not in the past.. but just right here.

I think I'm finally starting to like this place. Not that I didn't like it, but I'm becoming a lot more familiar. I remember the first day all of this seemed so foreign to me, and now it seems to be a routine that I will actually like. I don't mind walking, I don't mind working somewhere I want to work, and I don't mind spending my extra time here.

In Indy I always felt like there was either two things to do.. stay home, or go out. Going out meant meandering around and trying to find something eventful. Here in Seattle, nothing can be more eventful than a walk around the city. I love the buildings here, the water, the boats, the planes, the powerlines, maybe not so much the crazies around town, but it's starting to feel comfortable.

Every time I walk around the city, I pass people. Do you ever wander, "Should I look up and acknowledge that I see this person"... or "Should I just keep my head down, act like I'm jamming out to my iPod and keep walking like it's nothing." The fact is, I pass by so many people during the day, and so many people (like myself) are off in there own little worlds while they're walking around. Some, I believe, listen to music so that they don't have to get stopped by crazy talking bums who want your change... or perhaps the strange people that like to talk out loud to themselves, and then all of a sudden appear to be yelling at someone or a group of people.

They certainly do come in more shapes, sizes and colors here, which is something I was looking forward to. The bums back home could learn a few things from these west-coast bums.. Until I give up all my change to the people begging, I hope your life journey is as uncertain and unplanned as my experience. It keeps me on my toes, that's for sure. Over and out.