Budding on my finger tips, touching you I start to bloom

I went with audrey over to my dads place on Rosendale to meet jer and chrispy, sitting in our driveway blaring his sub and new sound system, playing some bassy Prodigy dance music. It sounds really good. Chris said he'd been messing with it for five hours to get it to sound like it did, and it is very equal in many ways, treble to bass and "what have you." We talked for awhile, about ten minutes or so, and Chrispy said it's getting late and he has to work for ten hours tomorrow, starting at 8 A.M. Long work days! OUCH!
I stepped into my old room at my dad's, finding a bed sheet rapping my other half wardrobe that's been there ever since i lived there. When i turned on the light in my room, this gigantic grasshopper jumped all over the place and finally out of my room, making a light clicking noise as it hopped it's way out into the old laundry room. The little beast freaked me out at first. I took my old keyboard and the clothes when i left, leaving the bare floor showing in what was once my everyday room, leaving my old routine and memories again.
I played one or two drum beats while audrey and jer were talking some, making sure not to go all out and play enough to really annoy them. Audrey was talking about lisa and the talk she had had with her, saying some harsh words but true words, words degrading lisa. I loved it, and i'm not ashamed to say it. Audrey acted like what she said was tawdry, but jer and i didn't care. He knows how bitchy she gets, saying so eventually. I miss jer and the times we used to have, and we really need to start hanging out again, doing something together. He lives down the street, so it's not like it's something hard to go about.
As usual, Jer and Chrispy said that i should give them a call or they'd call me, said the usual culmination to banter in suburbia. I told them the same.
Tomorrow is another day... and hopefully another poetic day. like my stanza? -disappears into somber mist-