Let go of the Smart Phone

Back when I was 20 years old and in college, six of us loaded into a customized van in the middle of March and drove 14 hours straight and stopped when we got to Daytona Beach.

I had no hotel room (I was going to sleep in the van) and $200 in my pocket.  Not sure if I brought a suitcase as I think I put everything in a sack (another sign that Trotwood runs deep.)  We had no plan, no room, little money and lots of vodka.

I told my Dad I was leaving for a week.  He said fine (Dad was good but we didn’t complicate things with a lot of useless details like a phone number where he could reach me or where I was going or with whom.)  When I told him I was leaving, he had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, playing cards with his friends – I’m not even sure he looked up when he said ‘fine’.

 A week later I was back and that was the first time I had any contact with anyone from home.

Fast forward to today – I now need a fully charged mobile phone and backup battery – bottled water in the car, an emergency kit in the trunk and an active GPS device – just to drive half a mile down the street to get gas for the mower.

When did I become such a pussy?

I think I need to let go of the Smart Phone for awhile – it will be ok.  I may have to forfeit some Word With Friends games that drift too long without a move.  My new email may not be read the instant the light goes on and for fuck’s sake, I may not be able to access the weather app to find out the motherfucking temperature in Dallas today (because it’s important since I have to travel there in two months) and some text messages won’t get an LOL response.

Fuck it – I’m heading back to Daytona.

Don’t wait up Dad (if you remembered I left).