stuzzy

I daydream sometimes. I daydream about buying an RV and taking off. Moving around from place to place. When I run low on money I just stop a while, get a job, save up some money for the next trip, and keep moving on until I stop.

My friends Ed and Scott think I'm nuts. They think I'd be hating that shit after a short period of time. I don't know though. I don't mind alone time so much. Sorta used to it. I like to read. I like time to think. The idea of it all sounds romantic but then I think of the reality. Trading in a stable and steady job for a vagabond lifestyle of sorts.

Sometimes I just feel like everything is one big clamp holding me down. Job, family, responsibility. Everything that keeps me rooted keeps me, well...rooted. Stuck. Trapped in a concrete jungle. I just want to break it all, just be free of everything and fly away.

What the hell is wrong with me that I'm just now getting turned on to Wilco?

I always wanted to write. I always loved to read. Still do. Words are a beautiful thing. I love the smell of books. I don't write much.

Anyway...what's goin' on witchu?