It rained some tonight. Ohio rain, sheets of water arching down in fat droplets filling all the horizon I could see. Not like Portland rain, that steady light drizzle that can go on for hours and hours but never really just let go of itself. I missed the Ohio kind of rain.
I sat outside on my porch for awhile, and thought about my interview... Read More
i sat outside on my porch last nite, listened to the storm
then it got to be too scary, i went in. sat at my window and looked at the wind and such. always reminds me how much more is out there.
xxx
AC
I feel like the whole bubble I've spent blowing up the last four years is finall popping.
I'm applying to these office jobs, and wrestling with myself to rememeber why I now have to value so much the health benefits and stabililty they would provide.
Instead? Instead I want to just serve out beer and booze and bullshit to a slew of endless faces, racking... Read More
i went on for so long about never wanting to marry, always wanting to bartend..wanting to "just be me"..
the thing is, I was scared and by saying i didnt want that life, it meant that if it didnt happen, i would be let down.
what happened? I grew..I'm 25, i work 40hrs, am engaged, and am getting mjy shit together day by day..my past pals, they are in dead end jobs, fucked up on pills or worse yet in a lon list of friends i had that have overdosed on heroin..so im doing alright i suppose.
Best of luck in each step you make.
Im always around to chat
xxx
AC
In San Fran for at least the rest of Tuesday and possible through Wednesday to. I've lost my debit card some-fucking-where or another, but I'm not too put-upon about it. I think I can draw from my account with just a check and an ID card. I have to stop in some San Fran Bank of American and get a hundred bucks, at least to... Read More
I drove half the way to San Fran in the dead of the night, needing three red bull just to drag the sleep out of my eyes for the five hours I could burn on that caffinated dreamworld. Unsafe, probably...I just had to get away.. But I got to Medford Oregon, and then to a small crappy hotel just before the end of Oregon and... Read More
At the country club the old men sit in a basement wearing a snack-bar mask. They grunt and groan through a day or cards with one another, carrying a tradition as far back as they want to remember. I want to ask where their families are, why they aren't somewhere being a grandfather, but I never know how to say it. The drawer spins out... Read More
There wasn't much he didn't already understand about life. Julian could tell you so much about what so much had meant to him. He understood so much of the life he'd lived, he could tell you nothing of anything about any life he might yet still lead. At thirty-four years old, he was already just a bit too old for anything but... Read More