This week, we waited until after the election results to run Brandon James Singleton’s latest entry in Tex’n the City. Why? Because this week has been too much drama … and Brandon is trying to be drama free before his 30th next month.
Let’s just get straight to it. We’ve all said those words before: “I. Hate. Drama.”
So why is it that we always seem to end up in the midst of it?
This Halloween was a great example.
Unbeknownst to me, I got off the train in Hollywood to the sounds of cop cars and ambulances. There had been a gunfight. (I know it’s rare to hear about public spectacles in such a laid back, quiet area as Hollywood, but I swear, it happened.) To get to my friend’s place, I had to walk the opposite direction. Head north three blocks then double back around before I could even reach his apartment.
Along the way, I witnessed a few more fights than I would have cared to. And no matter which side of the street I chose to walk on, I kept finding myself just barely dodging one.
When did it become so difficult for a twenty-something man, dressed as a four-year-old kid, to go and hang with a bunch of prisoners and mythological creatures, dancing and drinking the night away?
I felt like the drama was just following me wherever I went. Like I was the drama-filled destination locked in on everyone’s GPS.
I wish I could count how many times in my life I’ve felt that way. You plan for a good time, but somehow it all goes downhill.
Once we made it into what almost seemed like the Million Gay March that was West Hollywood I finally started to relax. Well, as much as one could relax with giant half naked people wearing animal masks coming at you from every direction.