My Music Journal: August 27, 2025

 

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

Time: 6:37 PM
Song: Ghetto Supastar (That is What You Are)
Artist: Pras, O’l Dirty Bastard, Mya
Mode of Consumption: Listening 90s on the 9 on Sirius.

Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/31bf9SEOppLU6lQ85d8om6?si=c278c3ce49dd4fd2

We cut down Capp Road after picking up a couple folding tables at Jodi’s aunts. Capp Road cuts east and west between crop fields and the occasional house. About halfway between Route 40 and Hoover Road, there is a bridge that crosses the Elk Horn Creek.

I remember we used to take this road on the bus during my school days. Back then it was a gravel road, but now it is tar and chip. If the bus driver hit the bridge fast enough and just right, we’d all bounce high off our seats.

One winter day, the bus slipped off the edge of the road and became stuck in the drift in the bank. It was on the way home, I believe, and the day had turned icy and snowy. We were stuck for quite a while, and I believe that my mom was able to get to the bus and retrieve me and my cousin. I am not sure how long some of the other kids on the bus had to wait.

On the north side of the road is an old farmhouse surrounded by feed lots for livestock. I went to a party there one time when I was a sophomore in high school.

It was a birthday party for a girl, who I think was a freshman. They hadn’t lived there long, in fact, I think they were renting it. I don’t know how I know that other than she must have told me.

She rode my bus that year, and for a brief time, seemed to take an interest in me. I remember her being more aggressive in such matters than I had ever encountered in a girl, especially considering I didn’t really even know her. To that point, I can’t for the life of me remember her name. Maybe Melissa. I don’t know. It’s possible that I never really knew it.

I remember her stating that they would be moving again the next July. I don’t remember where to, other than I think it was out of the area. I remember calling her July. I also remember thinking why would I want to start a relationship with someone who was moving away.

Anyways, I attended the party with my friend Jake driving us over. He had just recently turned sixteen and had his license. There was a campfire. I only remember that because one of my peers fell into it at one point. He was prone to such accidents, so it surprised no one, and he had no lasting injuries.

That’s about all that remains of that night and that girl in my memory. Just one of the things that pops up when I drive Capp Road.