Here's how it happens!
2 am I'm walking from a parking space I found in Arizona to the apartment I'm borrowing from a friend who's out of town because I broke up with my girlfriend two days ago and moved out.
Naturally I feel like a million bucks ( not actually untrue had a good night on Skid Row drinking nice bourbon ) and also pretty proud of myself as I got into the building through a hidden door that I left unlocked, as I have lost the keys to the Front Door of Edgemont Manor like A Jerk.
(I sit in front of that building a lot. Look for me if you're cruising by... I'm the dude waiting for someone with a key to come home)
Anyhows, While trudging back to the Black Mold Manor I'm taking a load crap from my car. Arms full.
Here's the crux of the story iffn you aint bored as shit yet - I came across a supermarket shopping cart in pretty good shape that had been abandoned on the sidewalk. I thought to myself, what luck! That's ust what I need to haul my crap around in at 3 in the morning homeless and rolling a buzz,
And then I was struck low - much like Saul of Tarsus - by the vision of such an innocent, gentle, perhaps even un-noticeable little segue. I saw myself drop all my shit in that shopping cart and stroll off into the sunrise on sunset pushing my world and talking to myself excitedly about the pair of grubby jams I'm gonna get myself at an Out of the Closet in Santa Monica.
eat Taco Bell out of the bins in Culver City.
I ended up just carrying everything.