I find myself displaced once again; I find myself in a redneck bar all alone. The music is good, Chuck Berry, Tom Petty, Supertramp, oldies and classic rock are the majority in this bar. I may be able to enjoy the night with this music. The bar is packed, 6 cougars sit across the bar from me facing my direction, all of them with white hair. An older couple sits on the end enjoying a large meal of fish and fries, and later a man and 2 women come in from the patio and sit next to me, but for now I sit alone. Read the rest of this entry »
I got a tattoo last week, “l’homme est libre au moment qu’il veut l’être” across my belly in black ink. It didn’t cost me anything, my brother’s girlfriend was kind enough to do it for free. I must say, she did a good job, as I like it.
My brother invited me over to his place to drink. He picked me up around 11 or 12, I don’t remember. We’ve talked of fighting some big talking whisperers, but after witnessing his sleeping, drinking, and working habits I’m inclined to believe he would fight like a girl. Read the rest of this entry »
Escape, it has become a necessity. I’ve been using the bottle to escape for so long and now it’s the bottle from which I must escape. The end of June when I have a vacation I must get away; back to the road, something unknown. This I have realized, but I must keep it up for 4 more weeks, or it’s extremely likely that I will go completely mad. Read the rest of this entry »
Have you ever felt insanity?
No, I mean have you ever felt it. It starts out small, a tiny anomaly in the back of your mind. You know that it’s there because you can feel it, but you can’t identify it and so you ignore it. Soon you’re surprised to discover that it has grown quite large; it starts to drip down and make its way into your heart, and your heart starts pumping it out in every direction. Have you ever felt it pumped out of your heart? Read the rest of this entry »
Now there is a bit you should know before you judge me as some hand moisturizing effeminate; I’m a working man, I have no problem with grunt work. At the end of the day, when your jeans are dirty, your arms are cut, and your back feels like its about to crumble into dust, this is when you realize what your worth is in this world. You sit down and look back on your day; you sit down in some seat and it just feels like the most comfortable seat in the entire world. It’s an emotional high, it’s a physical high. I’ve been the working man for 8 years, but the factory man is nothing more than a slave, a mere machine. Read the rest of this entry »