One serious one, too serious

Sep 16, 2010 15:38

Walking down the street today laughing out loud remembering the trip to Lafayette when I told Mandrake that he needed to open his sex chakra. He was having a slow nervous breakdown, I wasn't interested in being friends with him, and we had to share a tent. In my experience people so emotionally needy latch on to anyone willing to consider and discuss their life and feelings. But Mandrake, I guess, had it together enough to notice the impersonal attitude I maintained toward him and respect it. Maybe because he's from New York. Now a few memories of him are some of my funniest--about his sex chakra when he couldn't stand the hot jams in the car; the next night in the tent, when we talked after he couldn't control his sobbing laughter, and I told him he had to kill the cop inside his head; and in June, when he and some other gentle hippies were acting very silly and toning in the street outside Flora's at around 11 pm, and Alanna said something dismissive, and Liz called her out. "What they're doing is really ancient and you should respect that."

$30 from New Orleans to Delaware. Erin and Leann got a job selling posters on college campuses, and their gas costs are reimbursed, so it was just splitting a hotel room one night. $20 for the Chinatown bus from Wilmington to New York. I stayed in Allison's apartment, then it was about $75 for the Chinatown bus to Boston, the Concordia Trailways to Bangor, and the West's Bus to Machias after my bike's rear axle snapped in the morning, plus the $50 motel room in Bangor. I got to Machias the day before the Black Fly Ball and stayed for a week afterwards, tentsurfing with Sam, Mia, and Martha, and then with Kim and Micah. I scraped varnish off the front door and tarpaper off the upstairs bathroom floor, helped unload a semi trailer, and worked on the patch quilt, and donated $75 off my food stamp card towards meals. I also bought another Micah a $25 dinner for fixing my rear axle.

Chip told me he hitched from Machias to Halifax and back, with his bicycle, three days each way. That's faster than riding. It only took me a day and a half. I wasn't sure if I could ask Amber to let me stay at her place, so I went to the hostel on Gottingen street; they were full, and I was going to stay up all night, but Amber got in touch and it was fine to sleep on her floor. I booked the next three nights at the hostel, $60, and then I started staying at Amber's friend Hayleigh's not-boyfriend Sammy's apartment, where I've been trying not to wear out my welcome for the last two weeks.
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