what is life anyway?
I'm in the Portland Public Library and the lovely young gentleman to my right is looking at naked women who are tied up and gagged. yeah...a few minutes ago it looked like computer animated porn....I know I shouldn't snoop, but really people!!
So life. I am still in Portland and time is running away from me. I don't know when wee're leaving or where we're going next...just that I will end up in ottawa sometime before spetember 25th and in Chicago thereafter. I feel old and young and too aware, but still oh so naive. I haven't met very many people in this city, but the ones I have met are interesting to say the least. Last week's drama involved a tweaking ex-neighbor who thought there was a 2.5 million dollar reward on his head. he sat on the floor of my apartment drinking and chain smoking for five hours one afternoon, telling me about how they come after him in every city that he could be happy in. His eyes were roving and he was sweating furiously, jumping at every sound and crying at intervals. He had no where to go and no one to talk to except me. The week before he was sitting on my couch discussing how perfect our lives were. I know it was just the drug induced paranoia and all of that, but the tangible amount of fear he carried with him was frightening. and overwhelming. To be running for FIVE years thinking you're about to be gunned down....wow. It made me wonder how I would deal with it if I were in his shoes (or more aptly mind). all i can say is NEVER DO CRYSTAL METH OR CRACK.
So life. I am still in Portland and time is running away from me. I don't know when wee're leaving or where we're going next...just that I will end up in ottawa sometime before spetember 25th and in Chicago thereafter. I feel old and young and too aware, but still oh so naive. I haven't met very many people in this city, but the ones I have met are interesting to say the least. Last week's drama involved a tweaking ex-neighbor who thought there was a 2.5 million dollar reward on his head. he sat on the floor of my apartment drinking and chain smoking for five hours one afternoon, telling me about how they come after him in every city that he could be happy in. His eyes were roving and he was sweating furiously, jumping at every sound and crying at intervals. He had no where to go and no one to talk to except me. The week before he was sitting on my couch discussing how perfect our lives were. I know it was just the drug induced paranoia and all of that, but the tangible amount of fear he carried with him was frightening. and overwhelming. To be running for FIVE years thinking you're about to be gunned down....wow. It made me wonder how I would deal with it if I were in his shoes (or more aptly mind). all i can say is NEVER DO CRYSTAL METH OR CRACK.