Reminiscing
Wednesday, January 31st, 2007
by Tony
Remember in last days of high school, in that fine time between finals and graduation where classes didn’t matter, teachers didn’t matter and yet my dumb ass still trekked across Philadelphia and went to school just so I could be marked as ‘present.’ I walked around aimlessly during first period before running into some whites girls from my anatomy class (my first period), who sat behind me. With nothing better to do, we skipped school the rest of the day, went to the movies and saw Godzilla (no man in suit), and drove around (Black card revoked in 3… 2… 1…) singing One Headlight by the Wallflowers. School was the furthest thing on my mind. I had no worries, I was a day I easily enjoyed by not doing much of anything.
That was almost ten years and I’m in dire need of a cut day. A day where I don’t have to listen to phones ringing, machines running or bill collectors hounding me down. So I’m serving notice that starting at Thursday, February 1st, 2007 at 12:00 AM to 11:59PM Tony Mercer will be completely off the radar. I’m will not be online, I will not be answering email, and all phone calls will go straight to voicemail.
I will enjoy my day by taking care of me. Maybe I’ll sit back and finally finish Prince of Persia or Devil May Cry 3, partake in some couch yoga aka Sit and Be Fit but gluing myself into some daytime television or maybe I’ll just say ‘fuck it’ and sleep in the entire day.
So have good morning, and in case I don’t see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
Monday, October 31st, 2005
by Tony
SEPTA (South Eastern Public Transportation Authority) is on strike… again.
Story courtesy of Yahoo! News
“The last strike lasted 40 days (in 1998), so this union is not afraid of a long strike. They will stand up for what they believe,” Transport Workers Local 234 spokesman Bob Bedard said.
I remember the last strike which was during my senior year of high school. Imagine how I got from 52nd and Market to Olney & Ogontz Aves without being able to drive. The memories…
Wednesday, June 29th, 2005
by Tony
Read part one here.
December of 2001 was a pretty fucked up time for me. I was slowing breaking down, I was spending less time with Corey because I was too involved with pledging or I just need some “alone” time. Life at home was stressing, I was paying the utilities at home along with my own bills. My mom figured that forcing me to do so will make me go out and get a high paying job with no regard to the job market.
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Thursday, June 23rd, 2005
by Tony
Sorry to boldly interrupt my little Meme Marathon as if anyone really care. I wanted to take this time to answer a question posed a few post back by the great EJ: “What was the best relationship you ever had? The worst?”
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Monday, January 17th, 2005
by Tony
This should be fairly brief, since there isn’t much more to me.
I never really came out and said it. My mom asked me question after question: Are you sure that you’re gay? Have you tried being with a girl? It’s okay that you’re gay? Essentially it was something I didn’t want to talk about, talking about sex in general with my parents aways creep me out. This time was no different; I stood in the doorway of her room and for 30 minutes, I didn’t say a thing the focused my attention to the floor. I coped out of coming out. Talking about sex with my dad with no easier. Around the time I was sixteen, we drove out to the Plateau in Fairmount Park. Essentially he wanted to talk about me always being angry and unapproachable. He essentially summed things up by offer to get my a prostitute to release some “stress & tension.” I never looked at him the same way after that.
College is where you learn to be an adult or did someone lie to me. The one thing I mostly learned from college was How To Fuck Up My Future. I always did okay in school, even though I never really applied myself. Unfortunately what I did apply for was credit: Visa, Discover and etcetera. Oddly enough my parents were waiting for me to come to them to learn about money (their own words) instead of showing work to spend and manage. The only way I survive now that I work a lot of work and make then I owe.
So am I still that shy kid from Philly, I honestly can not answer that. I start writing about myself four and half years ago to find out. Looking back I can see the changes that I’ve made as I grew and mature. But ultimately I figure its best for that kinda answer to be left on my eulogy for I’m not done living my life and see all that it has to offer.
I apologize if this seemed kinda rushed, but this was more of an undertaking than I was expecting. Maybe in time I will try this again with better results. Also I would to thank the who took the time and patience to read this.
