Stay 3 feet from the water.
So I live in chilly ass Gainesville FL now. Finally moved out, and subsequently moved in to a low rent single couch surf situation. But I think it's alright because my roommates don't seem to mind me and my empty wallet. Not SO empty though as I made a hearty contribution - ~800cc's - of plasma today to the good folks at Biotest. 20$ for 6 hours = $3.33 an hour = not bad ;). And 40$ pending my visit Wednesday - which I wouldn't miss for the world. I'm only using hyphens because the 9 key on my keyboard went flying into oblivion the first week I was here after a liquid incident. I can press it in with a cigarette filter but I am much to lazy to go looking for one at the moment. I got a job ever so briefly at Jimmy Johns - they make subs - and was subsequently subject to some schedule shenanigans resulting in false claims of "no call, no show" by a pasty northwestern manager. Well I guess I'll mosey in some time and chuck my shirt over the counter and demand they compensate me for my 4 shifts. Days now are filled with Documentaries, Greg-a-longs*, Beer, Pot, and did I mention Documentaries? I'm in a limbo of sorts waiting for the final piece of the disciplinary report pie in hopes of being enrolled sometime this year at SFCC, seeking unskilled labor positions in my spare time. Hannah - greg's ex but still friend - took me to see a series of short films that got my creative urges churning. I have seen enough shorts to make my own I suppose - there could be a claymation thing on the horizon.
Biking the Hawthorne is awesome, but stopping at the various outposts and nature walks is the sweet pale icing on my sanguine velvet baked dessert. I love being able to bike ten minutes to observe with my stoned sleep encrusted eyes the beautiful bison eating water vegetation.
I have been smoking tooooo many cigs, but the alcohol consumption rate has drastically decreased. So there!
I miss my friends in Fo Town, and I miss old friends that live here in Gainesville as well, but I am painfully aware of the correlation between forging new relationships and focusing on the stimuli that leave you feeling truly saturated - in a good way. Things have run their course and I wouldn't have it any other way, but goddammit can we go out for a beer and talk about a movie we all have seen?
Conversation is hard and getting harder with a lot of people I rub elbows with. Mostly my lack of fulfillment in the everyday keeping me from sustaining conversations past "Yeah Liquid Swords IS a great album". If only I had something to say - I feel I come off quite the introvert.
And then there is [Redacted]. Whom I miss and love but cannot be with. That's as much as I'd have the public know!
Sweet dreams babe.
* a greg-a-long is a series of hours where you accompany greg linne on his errands, social dates, volunteer shifts, spontaneous publix trips, hawthorne rides, park outings, and spliff induced super mario brother stints.
Oh I almost forgot - today we spent several hours in Shams ER with Matt Flanagan who's elbow is severely lacking in places following a two wheel blowout with the most indecisive of pedestrians. He was in decent spirts especially after they hit him with a scrip and some take home samples. It wasn't the drugs but the SHAMS that comforted him I'm sure, but I like to project.
Biking the Hawthorne is awesome, but stopping at the various outposts and nature walks is the sweet pale icing on my sanguine velvet baked dessert. I love being able to bike ten minutes to observe with my stoned sleep encrusted eyes the beautiful bison eating water vegetation.
I have been smoking tooooo many cigs, but the alcohol consumption rate has drastically decreased. So there!
I miss my friends in Fo Town, and I miss old friends that live here in Gainesville as well, but I am painfully aware of the correlation between forging new relationships and focusing on the stimuli that leave you feeling truly saturated - in a good way. Things have run their course and I wouldn't have it any other way, but goddammit can we go out for a beer and talk about a movie we all have seen?
Conversation is hard and getting harder with a lot of people I rub elbows with. Mostly my lack of fulfillment in the everyday keeping me from sustaining conversations past "Yeah Liquid Swords IS a great album". If only I had something to say - I feel I come off quite the introvert.
And then there is [Redacted]. Whom I miss and love but cannot be with. That's as much as I'd have the public know!
Sweet dreams babe.
* a greg-a-long is a series of hours where you accompany greg linne on his errands, social dates, volunteer shifts, spontaneous publix trips, hawthorne rides, park outings, and spliff induced super mario brother stints.
Oh I almost forgot - today we spent several hours in Shams ER with Matt Flanagan who's elbow is severely lacking in places following a two wheel blowout with the most indecisive of pedestrians. He was in decent spirts especially after they hit him with a scrip and some take home samples. It wasn't the drugs but the SHAMS that comforted him I'm sure, but I like to project.