Going up to the Hopi reservaion today. Eric and Courtney and I are going, Courtney was born and raised there, good kid, a bit of a drunk.
Y'know them injuns and their firewater.
It's about 1000 feet down from Flagstaff and I don't intend to return here to Flag after the rez.
Reservation is such an offensive word for an even more offensive reality.
They might as well call it what it is: a very large very old p.o.w. camp.
Courtney is of the Bear clan, the chief clan of the Hopi and I think I am going to stop by wal-mart and pick up one of those little voice recorders so I can interview him.
I just can no longer be expected to write every little fucking thought I have down anymore, I'm just not in one place for long enough to do it these days, and I'm going to be meeting a lot of new people in the near future and I think getting soundbytes will be an easier way to remember shit.
I just hope the burden on my pocketbook isn't to grandiose. I'm so fucking broke.
I have about 450 dollars for the next, well, till I run out of money someplace and have to get a job.
I am SO fucking sick of sleeping on couches. I'm not just talking about recently, I mean I'm sick of sleeping on couches just generally.
I havn't lived in one place for any longer than 9 months in the past 6 years, and it was a rare nine months that I was living in that God forsaken fraternity.
I hope all those trust fund assholes choke on a keg stand and someone shoves a beerpong up their cold dead ass.
Not Adam though. Adam is cool with me, still.
He was the President of the frat and one of my oldest friends.
I would take a bullet for that guy. Crazy douche.
SO.
I'm going to be going to the reservation today, my flight leaves monday morning 6 am out of PHX international.
On to Boston.
In Boston I can stay with my friend at the dorms untill the R.A.'s get wise or I fucking feel like moving on, which will probably be pretty soon after I arrive.
Then I think I will break from the plan and go to Maine to see Rick.
Rick has beehives, was in Vietnam and has looked in the eyes of a man he has killed.
Great guy. Smokes a lot of pot.
Then from Maine, I think I will go down to Springfield MA and visit with Dave who smokes even more pot than Rick and is always talking about Bitches.
So that sounds fun. Knock on wood.
Then down to Washington D.C. to crash at my former editors house who doesn't smoke any pot at all because he now works for the D.O.D. and is one of the most bitter human beings alive.
He also said I can use his old domain name for any project I wish as long as he gets to write for it.
This is great. I don't particularly have any ideas off the top of my head that seem feasable, and God knows I havn't written anything anyone would actually want to read in like, forever.
But maybe I'll end up actually doing that.
It's not that expensive.
After D.C. I will be pretty much broke I'm sure and won't have any place to go so if you are ANYONE and I can crash on your couch, you can get me a job, or you are a beautiful woman who I should fall madly in love with because of your wonderful unassuming grace and ability to talk dirty in several different languages and you have a thing for scrawny literature nerds who love to cuddle, well, leave me a comment or 2.
In the meantime, I am not coming back to the internet.
If I don't run out of money I am coming back to Arizona and moving to Jerome where I will get a job.
Unless of course something better comes along.
If I get my tiny meager debt paid off I will save up more money and go to Cambodia and teach english there.
(My bestfriends roomates girlfriend is giving me the creeps. Her and her boyfriend/husband are so dreadfully normal and tight ass .)
You suck.
Yea, I'm talking to you.
So that's pretty much everything you never wanted to know about what is going on in my life right now.
God I hate you all so, so much.
Maybe this is a good thing, but lately I just can't find anything to say.
That's pretty out of character for me.
You should all count yourself saved.
I think it's time I started to give the world the good fucking asskicking it deserves.
At least I am far far away from all that boring midwest banal fucking claptrap.
HEY! fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
You envy me.
Y'know them injuns and their firewater.
It's about 1000 feet down from Flagstaff and I don't intend to return here to Flag after the rez.
Reservation is such an offensive word for an even more offensive reality.
They might as well call it what it is: a very large very old p.o.w. camp.
Courtney is of the Bear clan, the chief clan of the Hopi and I think I am going to stop by wal-mart and pick up one of those little voice recorders so I can interview him.
I just can no longer be expected to write every little fucking thought I have down anymore, I'm just not in one place for long enough to do it these days, and I'm going to be meeting a lot of new people in the near future and I think getting soundbytes will be an easier way to remember shit.
I just hope the burden on my pocketbook isn't to grandiose. I'm so fucking broke.
I have about 450 dollars for the next, well, till I run out of money someplace and have to get a job.
I am SO fucking sick of sleeping on couches. I'm not just talking about recently, I mean I'm sick of sleeping on couches just generally.
I havn't lived in one place for any longer than 9 months in the past 6 years, and it was a rare nine months that I was living in that God forsaken fraternity.
I hope all those trust fund assholes choke on a keg stand and someone shoves a beerpong up their cold dead ass.
Not Adam though. Adam is cool with me, still.
He was the President of the frat and one of my oldest friends.
I would take a bullet for that guy. Crazy douche.
SO.
I'm going to be going to the reservation today, my flight leaves monday morning 6 am out of PHX international.
On to Boston.
In Boston I can stay with my friend at the dorms untill the R.A.'s get wise or I fucking feel like moving on, which will probably be pretty soon after I arrive.
Then I think I will break from the plan and go to Maine to see Rick.
Rick has beehives, was in Vietnam and has looked in the eyes of a man he has killed.
Great guy. Smokes a lot of pot.
Then from Maine, I think I will go down to Springfield MA and visit with Dave who smokes even more pot than Rick and is always talking about Bitches.
So that sounds fun. Knock on wood.
Then down to Washington D.C. to crash at my former editors house who doesn't smoke any pot at all because he now works for the D.O.D. and is one of the most bitter human beings alive.
He also said I can use his old domain name for any project I wish as long as he gets to write for it.
This is great. I don't particularly have any ideas off the top of my head that seem feasable, and God knows I havn't written anything anyone would actually want to read in like, forever.
But maybe I'll end up actually doing that.
It's not that expensive.
After D.C. I will be pretty much broke I'm sure and won't have any place to go so if you are ANYONE and I can crash on your couch, you can get me a job, or you are a beautiful woman who I should fall madly in love with because of your wonderful unassuming grace and ability to talk dirty in several different languages and you have a thing for scrawny literature nerds who love to cuddle, well, leave me a comment or 2.
In the meantime, I am not coming back to the internet.
If I don't run out of money I am coming back to Arizona and moving to Jerome where I will get a job.
Unless of course something better comes along.
If I get my tiny meager debt paid off I will save up more money and go to Cambodia and teach english there.
(My bestfriends roomates girlfriend is giving me the creeps. Her and her boyfriend/husband are so dreadfully normal and tight ass .)
You suck.
Yea, I'm talking to you.
So that's pretty much everything you never wanted to know about what is going on in my life right now.
God I hate you all so, so much.
Maybe this is a good thing, but lately I just can't find anything to say.
That's pretty out of character for me.
You should all count yourself saved.
I think it's time I started to give the world the good fucking asskicking it deserves.
At least I am far far away from all that boring midwest banal fucking claptrap.
HEY! fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
You envy me.
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I haven't talked to Adam in a week or so, so I didn't know if you made it. I didn't steal your wallet.
Oh, tell Eric that I was at Jim Smith's metal shop last week getting some junk tigwelded (since my welder is out of commission right now..) and he said he found more pictures of Eric and Holly when they lived across the street. He has one of Eric covered in mud from playing in the rain. I can't wait to see it. Is he coming back here anytime soon? I'm going to get the picture from JS and hit the photo lab, my plan is to blow it up to mabye a 8x10 and frame/mat it.
Best of luck with finding jesus.
Love,
Jim