Chase What You Kill

This morning, at five, I rode my bicycle in the wet air through farmland on the east bank of the Willamette River toward it. Throughout the ride, I coordinated my thoughts and arranged sentences that impressed me and was drenched in the open silence that washed me. Pebbles shot out from under the pressure of my tires as I rolled over asphalt past quivers in the brush from small animals. The ride from my home to the river is a mile and it ascends a bridge that crosses into the town of Corvallis. 

It never slept, but the river raged north in heavy currents that depend on the rainfall. Thank God, it's been a moderate winter without snow, much rain, and the temperature has stayed at an average of forty-five. With a job outside, the thanks given increases with the length of my shift. Other times, and is in most cases before work, I stay indoors to write, read (I'm reading Django Unchained – the screenplay), wake up, or wind down. I digress. The river is impressive. I look to it and talk: sometimes about how I miss seeing it in the morning sunrise opposed to the darkened outline with a glaze from the warm pools shed from dim streetlights around us.

If I start my descent from the bridge peak when the southbound streetlight below turns yellow, I can gain speed through five blocks to Fifth Street which I take a right on toward the bike path. By then, I am closer to Ninth Street (where my job is) and head north for its cross street location. At this hour, no one is on the path that winds through woods with me – just the occasional car that passes on the roadway nearby. Even then, I am left alone. 

My job starts hours before most others do and I am off work when people's after-lunch-crash comes on. I spend eight hours catering to hundreds of separate personalities that I need the strength of God to work through. Otherwise, I get aggressive about how people treat me with baggage they take from uncomfortable experiences they ever had with fuel attendants elsewhere. Here, I could be more meek, as the opportunity for God to move through me is profound when that light of Him in me shines,

Altogether, I wanted to practice writing and share about my daily routine. My shift ends when high school does and I am in bed by 6:30. I take that time in between to write (I'm writing a feature film right now), read, and wind down before bed. That's about it. I'm very passionate about cinema and zealous to improve my talent. Yesterday, I called a mentor from film school, and he asked if I was in Los Angeles yet. I want to be.