Anyway, as of some time a couple days ago, I've decided to go ahead and move to California after all. I know no one particularly cares and God knows I have dramatized and agonized over this issue to the point of actual physical discomfort. I was just living my rather boring existence, socializing with a very few friends and accomplices, exploring new restaurants, etc., etc., etc., when one day my son moved away, (or, will really soon, like, tomorrow,) and suddenly my brain snapped into the awareness of my state. Maybe not total consciousness but something inching toward that end of the spectrum, which is sometimes all one can hope for. WTF, I thought to myself. Reality, or anything inching toward that end of the spectrum, is so jarring sometimes. More so for the creative person whose dissonance has been stretched like an old rubber band.
I don't care to continue with the rubber band analogy.
Mentally, I counted the reasons why I should stay in Kansas City, quickly reaching the total: zero. Number of issues to be resolved before leaving town: somewhere between zero and three.
Full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark and I'm wearing sunglasses. Check. I'm on a mission from Gad, even though my car doesn't have cap tires, or a cap engine.
Living here in the Midwest all this time has done one thing for me: I can now do a fair Chicago accent. (Note: there is no way to phonetically spell Chicago accented words. Gad and cap are just crude approximations. For further elucidation, follow link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jKmuKjpKPIo
Now, since I was bragging about all this consciousness, I suppose I should explain that I do have a little work ahead of me, which is to find dispositions for each and all of my "belongings," meaning I have too much crap. Here we go again--more later.
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| Amboy, CA |
OMFGAD what a great photo. It's you. If I weren't dissolving (see comment on "A Short Ramble") but I checked just now and the comment is gone. Dissolved? Fuck! This is getting all too real. Anyway, CALIFORNIA BOUND. Sorry. Had to say it. Cool! Boa sorte!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Asha. I'm sorry I missed your comment on the other post. I never saw it. I blame the Internet. There are so many rules and protocols not to mention robot checks that it's hard to keep everybody satisfied.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! How did I miss this poast? I blame my lack o laptop. Soon I will allegedly have a Mac, which will make my life better or worse, one or the otter. Where’s Amboy? Will you serve pah?
ReplyDeleteAmboy is, like, a hundred miles east of LA, on the old Route 66. When I was 18 and first drove to Missouri I remember driving by Roy's (natch) That was 1968. It's still there, but out of business. Besides this place, in Amboy, there is, let's see...nothing.
ReplyDeletePah aplenty.