Can you hear the rust
Been a while. I've been drinking all day so this must be the time and maybe even the place.
I've been trying to write lately. I've got one or two good ideas that won't seem to let their grip go on my brain. Mostly my wayward hitch hiker story. I can so easily see it in my mind, the way it plays out like a movie or a TV show, but it's so hard for me to actually sit and write it down. And after the first fifty pages or so what do I really have besides a premise and one hell of a catchy teaser line. "You're late." Trust me, its a hell of a lot more poignant given the context behind it. But where do I go, how does he work his way out of his bind and how does he get the girl to go along with him. Decisions decisions, and I was never actually that good at making up my mind. Maybe I should start with a little more kiddy stuff before I try to pump out my novel, which I guess means more poetry and shitty prose, but I think it might be a small price to pay for this adventure in my head.
Saw the fireworks today. All over the city of las vegas fireworks shot up from various locations. I sang a patriotic song or two, but I'm no Ray Charles and my life is far from a movie. It didn't really matter. The fireworks weren't as good as the ones back in tom brown park or even the ones over the bay back in niceville, but they were enough to remind me that it was the fourth and that I should be thankful for independence. I am, I love this country and would do anything short of giving my life for it. Death is the ultimate price to pay and what is tomorrow for a martyr who doesn't believe in the afterlife. Darkness.
I need to start making some money soon. I need to find a new way to fly. I was up pretty big at the poker tables but somehow I found a way to pidde it all back playing parlor games. If only I was able to listen to the voices in my head when they tell me to get up and leave. I've got to learn to put my money in when I've got the best of it and walk away when I've reached my goals. It's a hard lesson to learn and I've always been slow on the uptake. maybe it will finally sink in that I'm not just playing for fun or the turn of the cards, but I'm playing for the rent. Grinding it out is much harder than I thought.
So ends my return. The computer tried to delete you last week but I knew you'd be back. And so it is, but for how long. ANd can I even stand to hear myself.
I've been trying to write lately. I've got one or two good ideas that won't seem to let their grip go on my brain. Mostly my wayward hitch hiker story. I can so easily see it in my mind, the way it plays out like a movie or a TV show, but it's so hard for me to actually sit and write it down. And after the first fifty pages or so what do I really have besides a premise and one hell of a catchy teaser line. "You're late." Trust me, its a hell of a lot more poignant given the context behind it. But where do I go, how does he work his way out of his bind and how does he get the girl to go along with him. Decisions decisions, and I was never actually that good at making up my mind. Maybe I should start with a little more kiddy stuff before I try to pump out my novel, which I guess means more poetry and shitty prose, but I think it might be a small price to pay for this adventure in my head.
Saw the fireworks today. All over the city of las vegas fireworks shot up from various locations. I sang a patriotic song or two, but I'm no Ray Charles and my life is far from a movie. It didn't really matter. The fireworks weren't as good as the ones back in tom brown park or even the ones over the bay back in niceville, but they were enough to remind me that it was the fourth and that I should be thankful for independence. I am, I love this country and would do anything short of giving my life for it. Death is the ultimate price to pay and what is tomorrow for a martyr who doesn't believe in the afterlife. Darkness.
I need to start making some money soon. I need to find a new way to fly. I was up pretty big at the poker tables but somehow I found a way to pidde it all back playing parlor games. If only I was able to listen to the voices in my head when they tell me to get up and leave. I've got to learn to put my money in when I've got the best of it and walk away when I've reached my goals. It's a hard lesson to learn and I've always been slow on the uptake. maybe it will finally sink in that I'm not just playing for fun or the turn of the cards, but I'm playing for the rent. Grinding it out is much harder than I thought.
So ends my return. The computer tried to delete you last week but I knew you'd be back. And so it is, but for how long. ANd can I even stand to hear myself.