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right this minute i got two days off in a row and one five-dollar bill to last me through til my next paycheck. my gas tank's a notch below empty. gas is $3.15 a gallon. and do the math: $5 divided by $3.15 comes out to a whopping 1.597301587301587301. that's right. what do you do on days off with no money and one and a half gallons of gas?
last night at the hotel there was this man who stumbled drunk outta the bar and fell onto the floor in the lobby. i heard something hit like a sack of potatoes and ran out to see what the hell fell off the wall or whatever, and there was this old guy just sitting there looking kinda dazed. he got up and asked me to call him a cab to bring him up to the super 8 motel, & so i did. called him a cab and he proceeded to fall sound asleep in the lobby chair. when the cab arrived, i woke him up and told him his taxi was waiting, and he just looked kinda funny and said "taxi? taxi? i don't need a taxi. i ain't goin' anywhere." i told the cab driver the story, and mr. drunk-ass sack-of-potatoes proceeded to fall asleep in our lobby chair for three hours, waking up just a little once in a while to moan and say "ohhh man. oh mannn."
it snowed a fucking foot and a half on monday! i woke up early that morning and had to trudge through snow up to my calves to take out the trash. drove into china that afternoon with a foot on the ground and snow still coming down strong, and went to bed late that night with cold hands and feet, listening to d. snore right beside me and to the snow hitting the window right above his bed.
i'd forgotten how goddamn nice it is to wake up on a cold cold morning, one of those mornings where you swear you can almost see your breath inside the goddamn house, with someone's warm body curled right around your own and their face right against yours.
in the mornings lately it looks so sunny and warm through the blinds. it got up to 55 last week, before the snow came, and i saw at least two people walking across capitol bridge wearing knee-length shorts. i smiled at em out my open car windows. cause only in maine do you see people in shorts when the temperature creeps up past 50.
winter's going by fast this year. fast with so many evenings spent at tom & amanda's, playing cards & darts with bud light and good wine. fast with sledding down huge hills onto china lake. fast with smoke breaks on the porch & megan dancing in the snow hip hop style with her fluffy purple boots. fast with slow nights at the senator and plenty of time to read. fast with cold nights spent with somebody warm. there's so much snow. so much snow and so many plans to go ice fishing and snowmobiling and sledding and skiing. and i'm figuring there's just enough time for all that shit before winter starts to melt and i start craving summer again.
last night at the hotel there was this man who stumbled drunk outta the bar and fell onto the floor in the lobby. i heard something hit like a sack of potatoes and ran out to see what the hell fell off the wall or whatever, and there was this old guy just sitting there looking kinda dazed. he got up and asked me to call him a cab to bring him up to the super 8 motel, & so i did. called him a cab and he proceeded to fall sound asleep in the lobby chair. when the cab arrived, i woke him up and told him his taxi was waiting, and he just looked kinda funny and said "taxi? taxi? i don't need a taxi. i ain't goin' anywhere." i told the cab driver the story, and mr. drunk-ass sack-of-potatoes proceeded to fall asleep in our lobby chair for three hours, waking up just a little once in a while to moan and say "ohhh man. oh mannn."
it snowed a fucking foot and a half on monday! i woke up early that morning and had to trudge through snow up to my calves to take out the trash. drove into china that afternoon with a foot on the ground and snow still coming down strong, and went to bed late that night with cold hands and feet, listening to d. snore right beside me and to the snow hitting the window right above his bed.
i'd forgotten how goddamn nice it is to wake up on a cold cold morning, one of those mornings where you swear you can almost see your breath inside the goddamn house, with someone's warm body curled right around your own and their face right against yours.
in the mornings lately it looks so sunny and warm through the blinds. it got up to 55 last week, before the snow came, and i saw at least two people walking across capitol bridge wearing knee-length shorts. i smiled at em out my open car windows. cause only in maine do you see people in shorts when the temperature creeps up past 50.
winter's going by fast this year. fast with so many evenings spent at tom & amanda's, playing cards & darts with bud light and good wine. fast with sledding down huge hills onto china lake. fast with smoke breaks on the porch & megan dancing in the snow hip hop style with her fluffy purple boots. fast with slow nights at the senator and plenty of time to read. fast with cold nights spent with somebody warm. there's so much snow. so much snow and so many plans to go ice fishing and snowmobiling and sledding and skiing. and i'm figuring there's just enough time for all that shit before winter starts to melt and i start craving summer again.