Sep 02, 2004 21:00
Its strange, even when my life is forced into motion, it doesn’t go anywhere. From where I’m sitting I can touch every possession I own and yet I feel it would be a great task to pack it all up. By the way, I’m leaving this god-forsaken town.
I’ve had as much of the Dutch as I can stomach, from now on I’ll be black.
For a short time I’ll lose my Internet, maybe. However, I’ll gain a cell phone. With any luck I’ll disappear for a very long time. Then people can see me on the street and say, “it’s been so long, how are you?” Or with a bit of finance I can be California dreaming once again.
Today a told a sad story, of a little Dutch boy that was unable to plug the hole in the dyke and he is currently drowning. It has a happy ending though; the town was totally unaffected. The lady I told this story to didn’t really appreciate it.
I am optimistic nonetheless; I accidentally purchased cigarettes at 2 for 1, and in the process made $12. I think that’s why white kids love hip-hop.
It is a sad day when you can’t even commit yourself anymore,
Dwayne