so, 11:15 PDT last night im sitting there thinking i need to do something different. 45 MIN later im 110 MPH on 405 HWY. 105 MIN later im in imperial beach, waiting....
for the banks to open.....
I ate at denny's.
I had an omelette.
with greasy hashbrowns.
11 HRS later im a mexican with 43,560 USD, perhaps, the FBI is after me. A grin, childish romanticism.
after that I drove for 23 HRS 54 MIN 37 SEC , I slept in the desert for 9 HRS 2 MIN 54 SEC , I spent another 3 HRS 39 MIN 14 SEC eating, buying supplies setting up a tent ETC. so 47 HRS 36 MIN 45 SEC later i was in the town of Durango, and my name is now dwayne hoover, i used to sell cars, my wife commited suicide, and i had to get away from it all, i tell them, 'so i came here' usually a shrug and a strained smile at this point is enough to keep their conscience from letting any bold questions slip through, as this is a bold story from one so young as I.
I bought a taco shack and slept above it.
It was only a one story building, but i still had my tent.
And soon i would build walls, but a roof was never to be.
the taco's were bad, so i stopped making them. The hotdogs were a success, and a novelty, I had them made by a local butcher in town, his name was julio and he had a daughter named sandra. she had seen grease, but didnt like when i sang to her, i often did anyway... she had beautiful dark skin of course, with a tan that became even deeper after many lazy naked afternoon's on top of the hotdog stand. I almost passed for a mexican after a few years living up there.
time went fast I was so happy. soon "sandra and d's hotdog's stand" (a name that seemed to amuse me endlessly and embaress her for a bit longer) expanded. With a few other stores in nearby towns ( 2 more in durango and 1 each in Villa Union and Miguel Ausa) I had the money to build a proper house right down the street from the original sandra and d's . which we still spent plenty of lazy, naked afternoons on, they just seemed to go faster now. Time kept slipping by faster and faster until it seemed my life was approaching the velocity of light particles themselves, for perhaps 3 SEC everything went black, then everything started reversing itself, i was expierencing my life backwards. extremely slowly at first. It was baffling but nice, have you ever spent what you percieved as several days worth of time having sex under the mexican sun BACKWARDS!? i got to relish my beautiful life once again at ever increasing reverse speeds. eventually i had trouble keeping up , things began to blur, i was getting scared, then i cought a flash of road spilling out infront of me with the background shrinking like an impossibly fast hitchcock zoom. I Reached out my will like a fist and pushed through.
last night at 11:15 i decided to stay home and watch the big lebowski.
*shrug*
for the banks to open.....
I ate at denny's.
I had an omelette.
with greasy hashbrowns.
11 HRS later im a mexican with 43,560 USD, perhaps, the FBI is after me. A grin, childish romanticism.
after that I drove for 23 HRS 54 MIN 37 SEC , I slept in the desert for 9 HRS 2 MIN 54 SEC , I spent another 3 HRS 39 MIN 14 SEC eating, buying supplies setting up a tent ETC. so 47 HRS 36 MIN 45 SEC later i was in the town of Durango, and my name is now dwayne hoover, i used to sell cars, my wife commited suicide, and i had to get away from it all, i tell them, 'so i came here' usually a shrug and a strained smile at this point is enough to keep their conscience from letting any bold questions slip through, as this is a bold story from one so young as I.
I bought a taco shack and slept above it.
It was only a one story building, but i still had my tent.
And soon i would build walls, but a roof was never to be.
the taco's were bad, so i stopped making them. The hotdogs were a success, and a novelty, I had them made by a local butcher in town, his name was julio and he had a daughter named sandra. she had seen grease, but didnt like when i sang to her, i often did anyway... she had beautiful dark skin of course, with a tan that became even deeper after many lazy naked afternoon's on top of the hotdog stand. I almost passed for a mexican after a few years living up there.
time went fast I was so happy. soon "sandra and d's hotdog's stand" (a name that seemed to amuse me endlessly and embaress her for a bit longer) expanded. With a few other stores in nearby towns ( 2 more in durango and 1 each in Villa Union and Miguel Ausa) I had the money to build a proper house right down the street from the original sandra and d's . which we still spent plenty of lazy, naked afternoons on, they just seemed to go faster now. Time kept slipping by faster and faster until it seemed my life was approaching the velocity of light particles themselves, for perhaps 3 SEC everything went black, then everything started reversing itself, i was expierencing my life backwards. extremely slowly at first. It was baffling but nice, have you ever spent what you percieved as several days worth of time having sex under the mexican sun BACKWARDS!? i got to relish my beautiful life once again at ever increasing reverse speeds. eventually i had trouble keeping up , things began to blur, i was getting scared, then i cought a flash of road spilling out infront of me with the background shrinking like an impossibly fast hitchcock zoom. I Reached out my will like a fist and pushed through.
last night at 11:15 i decided to stay home and watch the big lebowski.
*shrug*
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