"Red Clay, Motherfucker!"
Today:
Dogwood smells good when it burns. I had a beer for breakfast and played Risk with Theis. He had a nice big fire burning when I woke up, well, woke up for the tenth or eleventh time. The dealers who lived in the other half of our duplex don't live there any more but, every morning, someone is there, putting in new carpet, inches away from where my pillow rests, jittery with each nailgun hit, on the floor of my bedroom. Their work day generally begins around eight and ends around eleven, which is irrelevant on days when I'm at work, but today I wasn't, and I noticed. So, more accurately, Theis had a nice big fire going when I got out of bed around ten, after being uncomfortably awake for a few hours. It felt about sixty today, and all of the windows were open. The fire was more for fun than anything else, still, the heat didn't turn on all day so that's one bill that will be manageable this month.
Despite how gorgeous the day, I felt shit all afternoon, and slowly drank the rest of the whiskey with sugary coffee. Around five Theis went to the gas station and got some beers and we moved a huge tree stump, maybe three or four feet tall, onto our back patio. Using the barstools we'd taken from the garbage of our favorite bar, the height of the stump made a nice table and we could watch the sun set and feel warm. It was literally spring cleaning on fucking February eighth. Also I figured out that in one corner of the house I can sometimes pick up a wireless signal, hence this update.
Generally:
Theis and I met up in Jersey on the 19th of November and spent a few days with a friend of his in D.C. and then just drove south. I think we got to Durham the first day. Durham was, perhaps, the most miserable place I've ever been. We wandered around an old cigarette factory that was being torn down to make luxury apartments. We saw four people in two hours and got back into the car to get the fuck out of there. We got to Chapel Hill a few hours later and it was much nicer. Duke or UNC or some college or another is there, so there were lots of kids running around. Cigarettes only cost four dollars, but there were lots of homeless and sad looking men asking to bum them. It was pretty cold.
We went to Athens next and walked around town. It was much prettier and not as bourgie as Chapel Hill, if you're willing to discount all the R.E.M and Of Montreal fans. We went to a bar that had a fan on the wall which had painted on it, "I'm a fan of Cat Power". There was a stop sign outside the bathroom that had spraypainted "Hammertime!" below the "Stop". Cigarettes only cost three dollars and beers were a dollar.
We drove to Savannah and it was full of tourists and rain. We couldn't find cigarettes and beer was tourist priced. We drove back to Athens after a few hours of wondering what the fuck people do in Savannah. We spent a few frantic weeks living in cars, bars, and hotels before finding a place of our own on the eastside of town. It's about five miles from town but that isn't very far. I work as a host and waiter at a diner with a bunch of drunks and college drop outs. It is, all in all, rather good. We have some people that, in time, I'm fairly sure will become good friends. I don't feel any better about anything significant, and, in fact, worse about some things, but once I'm waiting full time and making a decent amount of money, once we have an internet connection and maybe some furniture, I imagine I'll fall into comfort. Fuck it, at least I haven't had to see snow this year, or put on a jacket.
Today:
Dogwood smells good when it burns. I had a beer for breakfast and played Risk with Theis. He had a nice big fire burning when I woke up, well, woke up for the tenth or eleventh time. The dealers who lived in the other half of our duplex don't live there any more but, every morning, someone is there, putting in new carpet, inches away from where my pillow rests, jittery with each nailgun hit, on the floor of my bedroom. Their work day generally begins around eight and ends around eleven, which is irrelevant on days when I'm at work, but today I wasn't, and I noticed. So, more accurately, Theis had a nice big fire going when I got out of bed around ten, after being uncomfortably awake for a few hours. It felt about sixty today, and all of the windows were open. The fire was more for fun than anything else, still, the heat didn't turn on all day so that's one bill that will be manageable this month.
Despite how gorgeous the day, I felt shit all afternoon, and slowly drank the rest of the whiskey with sugary coffee. Around five Theis went to the gas station and got some beers and we moved a huge tree stump, maybe three or four feet tall, onto our back patio. Using the barstools we'd taken from the garbage of our favorite bar, the height of the stump made a nice table and we could watch the sun set and feel warm. It was literally spring cleaning on fucking February eighth. Also I figured out that in one corner of the house I can sometimes pick up a wireless signal, hence this update.
Generally:
Theis and I met up in Jersey on the 19th of November and spent a few days with a friend of his in D.C. and then just drove south. I think we got to Durham the first day. Durham was, perhaps, the most miserable place I've ever been. We wandered around an old cigarette factory that was being torn down to make luxury apartments. We saw four people in two hours and got back into the car to get the fuck out of there. We got to Chapel Hill a few hours later and it was much nicer. Duke or UNC or some college or another is there, so there were lots of kids running around. Cigarettes only cost four dollars, but there were lots of homeless and sad looking men asking to bum them. It was pretty cold.
We went to Athens next and walked around town. It was much prettier and not as bourgie as Chapel Hill, if you're willing to discount all the R.E.M and Of Montreal fans. We went to a bar that had a fan on the wall which had painted on it, "I'm a fan of Cat Power". There was a stop sign outside the bathroom that had spraypainted "Hammertime!" below the "Stop". Cigarettes only cost three dollars and beers were a dollar.
We drove to Savannah and it was full of tourists and rain. We couldn't find cigarettes and beer was tourist priced. We drove back to Athens after a few hours of wondering what the fuck people do in Savannah. We spent a few frantic weeks living in cars, bars, and hotels before finding a place of our own on the eastside of town. It's about five miles from town but that isn't very far. I work as a host and waiter at a diner with a bunch of drunks and college drop outs. It is, all in all, rather good. We have some people that, in time, I'm fairly sure will become good friends. I don't feel any better about anything significant, and, in fact, worse about some things, but once I'm waiting full time and making a decent amount of money, once we have an internet connection and maybe some furniture, I imagine I'll fall into comfort. Fuck it, at least I haven't had to see snow this year, or put on a jacket.