as mardi gras approaches.
for the past four months i have been working. temp jobs. here and there.
ive been working here for a while. its a manufacturing plant. computer
systems. printing out labels. ive been working on some lotus macros too.
its interesting work. its gotten me a car. credit card. beeper. money to
eat out. to pay off loans.
lately though. as ive been reading henry miller. as mardi gras approaches.
itching for the life again. the streets. this time once again it will be
different. i wont be as poor. i might even work again. but meeting new
people. spending random nights sleeping on peoples couches youve just met.
not knowing. living in squats. hanging out in the square. secret on-goings
everywhere. that electricity new orleans has. seeing old friends. doing
drugs. visiting old cemeteries at night. walking through the garden district.
that feeling of being free. to go anywhere from here. its been so long. in
three weeks i return.
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