Tuesday, January 26, 2010

go on baby

in all reality i should just stop making any kind attempts at interesting post here. lets face it, its winter. i should just say 'see you in the spring' but im stubborn so ill just continue to bore you.

when i was 19 i read On the Road for the 1st time. a week later i was an amtrak train heading along the colorado river into the mountains to visit my brother, camp and drink wine . just like ol' Jack. i had an 8 hour layover in Salt Lake City where i ate burritos and watched mexican gang bangers and mormons walk around in the streets that all dead ended into a giant church in the middle of the city. i never found the great salt flats but i did see more hickeys than ive seen in any other city in the United States.

when i was 21 i read Proust for the 1st time. 2 weeks later i packed what i could fit in a surplus duffel bag, filled a board box with product, said goodbye to my dad at the Pontiac Amtrak station and headed to Chicago to try my luck at being a man. i knew 3 people.

i blame my move to New York City on The Subterraneans. as soon as i figured out that it was New York Jack was writing about and not San Francisco it was a wrap. i shipped a few boxes from my job at a coffee roasting plant where i had been working as a delivery driver, again threw as much product into a board box as possible, put my cat ( which was a stray that i matrixed from a friends garage) into a carrier and hopped a flight to NYC.

the other night i got drunk and knocked myself out trying to take my shoes off alone in the dark.(thats all i can really gather because i woke up on the floor with one shoe on and my head cocked against the kitchen cabinet.) its taken me 2 days to recover from the trauma of the event.