Indianapolis, Indiana. This is where I was born and raised for eighteen years of my life and returned when I was twenty five and now I'm here again at thirty four. This time I won't be here for very long as I am planning on moving to one of the big cities. Hopefully Denver or Los Angeles, but Chicago, Portland or Austin would be fun too. Indianapolis is just not for me, I've been trying to put it into words but for the most part everything is just too damn far apart.
At the moment I don't own a car, maybe that is why I'm feeling this distance between me and the rest of the world. Not to mention I just moved back from Osaka, one of the largest cities in the world. But I have been driving my mom's car and it still just feels like everything is far away. If I lived downtown I might not feel the same way, but the suburbs are a lonely and distant place. They use to make good movies about living in the suburbs in the '90s but not so much anymore.
Indiana is a very low city. Almost like Nagoya. Today was clear and sunny with blue skies so far, but not that far you could see the tallest building in Indianapolis, the Chase building. You could see it in two directions while going West and South. Indiana has a lot of trees though something the city doesn't have a lot of. Has, but not a lot of.
So I use to get loaded up and drive. Yes, drinking and driving. It was irresponsible and dumb. I crashed my car into a curve busting the wheel. The police showed up and took me to the drunk tank. Even then I didn't learn my lesson, the next week I got loaded and started a dumpster fire (I served my time for the drunk driving, but never got charged for the dumpster. That was ten years ago so I hope I beat the statue of limitation). I walked home over a mile, sobered up and drove home. I was really depressed I assume. After I lost my license I had my mom drive me downtown so I could attend my Master's program classes.
The point is now I'm driving again after seven years and it's freaky. I can drive, but I'm just not use to the speed anymore. People whipping by at speeds of 70 miles per hour. What a deadly mode of transportation. And traffic isn't any better. Waka Waka. (Reminds me of bad 90's stand up airplane jokes).
Meeting woman in Indiana is really tough. How does anyone meet anyone in this city? You have to go to the bar to meet and greet, but then drive home? If you can get yourself there without driving you can make it back home with an Uber.
But what's the point? Oh to have sex, that's right. Well good luck out there.
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