A Little Blip of a Story

Hi there! Here is a little story I wrote about 2 years ago. Enjoy!(?)

A Return to Upper Level Occupation
Part 1: The Rec Room Revisited

Living at home has its advantages and some – BIG SIGH – disadvantages. Two and a half years ago, I moved back after graduating from university hoping to save up enough money so I could move back away from the desert to navigate myself in the “real world”. Obviously, THAT didn’t happen but I am still hoping to go back out there except I have a weary enthusiasm that I cannot shake. I suppose it is due to the lack of revenue going into the Bank of Hoping to Hold On.
My brother recently joined me on the exodus to this comfortable Mecca of home-cooked meals and basic cable (even the Sci-Fi Channel). He has taken back what was once his room and what had become the “entertainment center to turn it back into its former mediocre glory. His room – before his move back -- became my personal DVD/VHS library. Squat, 2-tier white shelves lined the walls with my copies of Kevin Smith movies, Japanese dramas and Mystery Science Theater box sets all neatly placed in them. The fiberboard contraption that vaguely resembled an entertainment shelf-unit held a non-flat screen television with a first-wave DVD player nestled next to it. It was not state of the art but it was sufficient! Most of the time after work, I would change quickly into my usual yoga pants and white v-neck shirt ensemble to watch Harold and Maude again in the make-shift TV room. I can remember being taken aback when Torgo in Manos: the Hands of Fate tries to hand-to-face rape that lady in the master’s bedroom. I almost cried with the sheer, cheesy disturbing horror Torgo was presenting to me.
Alas, those days are gone – for my brother with his determination to seize power over the cubby hole that was once his adolescent pain-cave has rid his domain of the 2-tier shelves and bulky television set. Presently, behind the door plastered with cut-outs of Abercrombie & Fitch catalog models and Animal House-era John Belushi is a land of 15 foot shelving (6-tier!!) and classy/ neutral furnishing. My DVD’s are in there but the first wave disc-player has disappeared with a swish of the Goodwill gods. The former entertainment hub of Casa X has become a smaller version of brother-dear’s LA County apartment – complete with a computer desk and IKEA-esque fixtures.
I yearn for your tasteless return, rec-room but for now you are imprinted in my memories.