My OperaI'm back! (to the beginning)
Tuesday, May 30, 2006 6:01:55 AM
Well, I'm back in the almost empty bowl of Cocoa Puffs (known as Nawlins' to posers). I think I traveled around 1500 miles over the past couple of weeks, pokin' my nose into every little shithole bar between here and San Antonio. I don't think I'll live past sixty at this rate, so I'll just go ahead and say I'm going through a mid-life crisis at 28.
Maybe I’ve got it all wrong, but there’s got to be a way to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and survive. I know I’ve the skills to do it.
I’ve been homeless before, living in a mini storage with nothing more than a handful of candles and an old porno mag. Talking to the motley crew of bums in that crotch of the woods gave me one hell of an education and politicized me in a special way. It taught me how to survive and gave me street smarts that not a whole lotta people have. It was true freedom.
But, all in all, it sucked.
I didn’t a pretty woman to curl up next to. No one was there to rub my head after a rough day. No sweet kisses on the cheek at night-night time. There was obviously a lack of funds to generate any form of comfort one might need to relax upon.
Luckily, I’ve always been very resilient, and I bounced back, got a job, met a girl, ect.
But years later, having all that feels the same as being homeless.
So, like most people, I feel stuck. As creative as I am, I can’t figure out the single most important issue in my life.
What do I DO with it?
I guess I can go back to the basics and rent a mini storage for awhile, or I can just get a
job at Walmart....
OK...That picture just inspired a song. It's like three in the morning now. The lyrics need a lot of work, but you'll get the idea.
Tommorrow, I'll post the recording![/FONT][/SIZE]
Maybe I’ve got it all wrong, but there’s got to be a way to do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING and survive. I know I’ve the skills to do it.
I’ve been homeless before, living in a mini storage with nothing more than a handful of candles and an old porno mag. Talking to the motley crew of bums in that crotch of the woods gave me one hell of an education and politicized me in a special way. It taught me how to survive and gave me street smarts that not a whole lotta people have. It was true freedom.
But, all in all, it sucked.
I didn’t a pretty woman to curl up next to. No one was there to rub my head after a rough day. No sweet kisses on the cheek at night-night time. There was obviously a lack of funds to generate any form of comfort one might need to relax upon.
Luckily, I’ve always been very resilient, and I bounced back, got a job, met a girl, ect.
But years later, having all that feels the same as being homeless.
So, like most people, I feel stuck. As creative as I am, I can’t figure out the single most important issue in my life.
What do I DO with it?
I guess I can go back to the basics and rent a mini storage for awhile, or I can just get a
job at Walmart....
OK...That picture just inspired a song. It's like three in the morning now. The lyrics need a lot of work, but you'll get the idea.
Tommorrow, I'll post the recording![/FONT][/SIZE]
