Last night was fun. I went and saw Against Me! at Rhino's in Bloomington. Good show. It's good to see that Rhino's is still a little dive hole in the wall club that you feel very very old at. I'm twenty-two (22) years old and I felt like a pervert looking at girls and felt as if I should sit the kids down on my knee and tell them how I meet Joey Shithead. Anyway, I diverse. Against Me! was grand.
So last night, I got home about two (2) in the morning. I stayed up for a bit watching [adult swim] and chatting to people online before it got way to hard to stay up, so I crashed. So, for the first time in a couple of weeks, I had sleep. No tossing. No turning. Just pure sleep. (There were dreams, but those are personal, asshole.) This is great, my father had slight surgery in the afternoon and I could sleep almost all the way to the appointment. But, of course, monkey wrench.
I woke up to a knock at the door (no pun intended), I find my trusty Bob Marley shirt and sling that on make my way to the door. Mouth unwashed and unbrushed, hair still a mess, and glasses hanging off my round face. Low and behold it's my neighbor, Vanessa. She was in the class below me in high school. Ok, we weren't exactly best buds that went to ice cream socials and went butterfly hunting together, but whatever. She's at my door, we small talk for a moment and then she reveals her true intentions for the rapping on my door forever more. She's a Jehovah's Witness. Oh boy.
She goes into the spiel, I'm not listening, I'm thinking about the pillow and the wonderful dream (still private, you scoundrels) I was having. She notices that I probably looked half autistic with a dumb look on my face as I was watching Hummingbirds feeding. She then asks, what religion I'm practicing. Well, this isn't good. Most of the time with these people I claim something like Satanism, worshipping the Old Gods (H.P. Lovecraft, kids), or the Norse Gods (Hail All-Father Odin). But this is someone I know. I'm going to feel bad if I'm an absolute dick to her about religion. Because in truth. I'm an atheist. (Granted, you see Humanist listed. But that's because I'm trying to avoid some conflict, but I do like Humanism. Look it up. Thanks, Mr. Vonnegut.) So, I stayed civil, sent her on her way, and she's not harmed. See Zak Kroger. You don't always have to destroy the mental state of some people, but I couldn't get back to sleep, maybe I should've maimed her a tad.
Your body will know if it' not the right way to go, list listen closely to your heart and follow.
You must be willing to abandon it all.
You must be willing to starve.
Moving to Austin this Saturday. Going to through ambitions to the wind and head out west where the wind blows tall. (Finish the Tom Waits lyrics yourself, kids.) This should be fun. Another chapter (maybe book?) in the life of your favorite half-breed fat ass. Let's see what the Lonestar State has in store for me. I hope many great things. An advanced thanks to Shannon and Tracy if I can crash on their couch for a couple days while I find a job and an apartment.
It's all pretty surreal at the moment. It doesn't feel like I'm moving, it feels like I'm just resuming something. Coming home to Indiana felt like a pause in a video game. It felt like I was back peddling here. Seeing old friends is always nice, but I don't want this place anymore. There's nothing the state offers me anymore. No offense to it, but there's pretty much nothing here but leaves, apples, and grave yards for me. There at least needs to be a decent water slide park in this state.
I think I'm going to drink a Pepsi and watch the rest of this pro-wrestling. Pro-wrestling, why? Because Cincinnati and Balitmore are playing and I could give a fuck about those two teams. Peace in the Middle East.
ps - I was dreaming of a girl.
