phoolsfire

That crazy African herbsman!

good ol bob!
"stable nomadic chaos" yeah, that sounds about right.
every couple of years i think "Fuck this, i'm outta here. I have a tank o gas, i've got some duckets, i'm fucking gone. It's Canada way for me! Decriminalized marijuana, free health care, free education; Fuck America! i'm fucking gone!"
then i remember i dont like the cold.
or snow.
Then i'm like, "Fuck it, i'm going to the Marcus Islands! I love Japan! Video games, anime, manga! hell yeah! Fuck this, i'm out of here!"
or: "Fuck this, i'm going to France! I'm gonna reconnect with my herritage! i'm gonna be a snooty-america hating frog, and i'm gonna love it! I'm gonna mingle with Oliver Stone, Johnny Depp and Roman Polanski! Hell yeah! Fuck this place, i'm going to France!"
but then i realize that i dont speak the language.
and i'm poor.
and i dont wanna up and move to some exotic locale just to be a no-language-speaking, poor-assed-american.
a foreign wage-slave.
Chi-town, Philli, NY, all too crowded. I dont wanna go to a big city and become another poseur.
a lost poseur.
Cali's too hot. Too Califonia. Too image greedy.
Florida was a possibility. They have a great Film School there. Full Sail.
But it's too hot. Too many hurricanes.
and it's a spring break spot.
and after the move i wouldnt have enough money for a sniper rifle AND an apt.
and tuition.
so peoria's nice. not too cold, not too hot, some great locales.
not too crowded, not too polluted, not to hillbilly.
not too plastic.
i really do love peoria. at night i drive around and go "Man...i gotta film something there....that's gorgeous, the lights are fantastic!"
that sounds cheesy, i know. but i think you've been here too long, you've forgotten what this place really is.
like slug said, "This place isn't great for what it's got, but for what it dont."
have a very good bob weekend!