Farewell to Yankton...Someday

If I play my cards right......... two years remain 'till I am long gone from Yankton South Dakota..

I will not miss it much. I'll miss my friends. I guess that's it. What I won't miss is being judged daily solely on my appearance. I won't miss the "Look" I get on weekends. YOU know what look I'm talking about. Say for instance I walk up to some woman at the bar and say "Hi".. First, she'll look around to see how many of her friends are watching. If any are watching, she'll give me the "Look" like I have leprosy, and ignore me completely. If, her friends haven't yet caught on, she'll say "Hi" in a non-descript manner, and then turn her attention to her drink or her friends, thus avoiding the apparent ridicule she would have experienced had she said hi to me, with her friends knowing. See, apparently I have no feelings. I'm not human, I'm less than sludge. If it were high school, I am the guy girls would shove each other toward as a cruel joke while yelling "YOU like DAAAN" and they'd scream and run and turn red.. Yep. I'm that guy. I still am I guess. And I can't wait to leave you all behind and go where this shell that scares you so much, doesn't matter. I'm sick of it. Really. I've been dealing with this, for longer than I care to admit. I can take being invisible. I can take going somewhere and leaving, without anyone even knowing I exist. What I can't take, is 'That look'. That look that if they talk to me they'll get leprosy or something. That "OMG THIS LOSER IS TALKING TO ME>>> HELP!!!" look. Fuck I'm sick of that. .. Very sick.
All that matters is what's inside. And that, my friends, is the music I carry. Fuck what you think matters. I don't give a damn.