I guess I'll be leaving tomorrow
If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
It'd be great to cross paths in a day and a half
Look at each other and laugh.
But I don't think it's liable to happen
Like the sound of one hand clappin'.
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Got to get that last page off of my journal.
So "Hello Baby I'm gone Goodbye" is what I said to work today. I was out of there from 11am on. I finally had to go and break out at 4pm, go shop and then come home to get ready for a nice dinner out -- well, unless things get out of hand as they have a way of doing. I played up the general lack of knowledge about Western North Carolina, so I told the folks at work that I'll be without a phone or any way of regular contact for the next ten days. Of course that is crap. The only times I'll be incommunicado is when I am camping by the river, most nights, but other than that I'm pretty easy to find by conventional methods. Just check my grandmother's back porch, the Little Tennesse River or look for the guy cursing in the sand trap at the course that abutts town.
I mean, it's the sticks but it isn't Deliverence. That's two towns over in Andrews, where they caught Eric Rudolph dumpster diving at the Piggly Wiggly.
So, let's see if I come back from this.
Mebbe I'll have a talk with Uncle Frank about learning the business better, or to the town lawyer about jobliness down there. Now that I am five years to the good in practice, I can waive in to the Carolina bar without studying for and taking another test.
My dream has always been to live in the French Quarter, but man, learning the Napoleonic Code is gonna take a little time and planning before I'd sit for the Louisiana Bar.
Anyway, maybe I'll just slide there one state at a time. Of course it's all dependent on the school thing too. If I get into the Folklore of New Orleans program at Tulane, that might just obviate the need to practice, which I really wouldn't mind.
I just want to write, and sing a lot. I love to sing. I miss being in a band. We were a pretty good band. We even did Help-Slipknot-Franklin's and Estimated-Eyes and we didn't suck all that badly at it. I mean, we weren't going to cut a record, but it felt good and even at 18, chicks dig the music folk.
Something is wrong with my writing lately. I've got no feel for language. Nouns are especially elusive. I imagine it's just an extension pushing down so many scenes, people and vids into the deep background over the last two weeks. Maybe I'll find me technology in Franklin, cause I was hoping to get three or four stories done. That would leave 6 to go.
Anyway, got to get out of town before anyone sees me, lest I end up married or in jail.
What's that saying?
Six of one . . . .
I kid.
You all are just strange, you New York women. Maybe some time away will help me sift the pan a little better when I come back here looking for gold in the fall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dudes, Boston Sports Guy has control of NBA TV ALL WEEKEND LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TIVO Alert . . . having Bernard King and the rest of the Pantheon will make coming home ok. Good Times.
If I have to beg, steal or borrow.
It'd be great to cross paths in a day and a half
Look at each other and laugh.
But I don't think it's liable to happen
Like the sound of one hand clappin'.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Got to get that last page off of my journal.
So "Hello Baby I'm gone Goodbye" is what I said to work today. I was out of there from 11am on. I finally had to go and break out at 4pm, go shop and then come home to get ready for a nice dinner out -- well, unless things get out of hand as they have a way of doing. I played up the general lack of knowledge about Western North Carolina, so I told the folks at work that I'll be without a phone or any way of regular contact for the next ten days. Of course that is crap. The only times I'll be incommunicado is when I am camping by the river, most nights, but other than that I'm pretty easy to find by conventional methods. Just check my grandmother's back porch, the Little Tennesse River or look for the guy cursing in the sand trap at the course that abutts town.
I mean, it's the sticks but it isn't Deliverence. That's two towns over in Andrews, where they caught Eric Rudolph dumpster diving at the Piggly Wiggly.
So, let's see if I come back from this.
Mebbe I'll have a talk with Uncle Frank about learning the business better, or to the town lawyer about jobliness down there. Now that I am five years to the good in practice, I can waive in to the Carolina bar without studying for and taking another test.
My dream has always been to live in the French Quarter, but man, learning the Napoleonic Code is gonna take a little time and planning before I'd sit for the Louisiana Bar.
Anyway, maybe I'll just slide there one state at a time. Of course it's all dependent on the school thing too. If I get into the Folklore of New Orleans program at Tulane, that might just obviate the need to practice, which I really wouldn't mind.
I just want to write, and sing a lot. I love to sing. I miss being in a band. We were a pretty good band. We even did Help-Slipknot-Franklin's and Estimated-Eyes and we didn't suck all that badly at it. I mean, we weren't going to cut a record, but it felt good and even at 18, chicks dig the music folk.
Something is wrong with my writing lately. I've got no feel for language. Nouns are especially elusive. I imagine it's just an extension pushing down so many scenes, people and vids into the deep background over the last two weeks. Maybe I'll find me technology in Franklin, cause I was hoping to get three or four stories done. That would leave 6 to go.
Anyway, got to get out of town before anyone sees me, lest I end up married or in jail.
What's that saying?
Six of one . . . .
I kid.
You all are just strange, you New York women. Maybe some time away will help me sift the pan a little better when I come back here looking for gold in the fall.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dudes, Boston Sports Guy has control of NBA TV ALL WEEKEND LONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
TIVO Alert . . . having Bernard King and the rest of the Pantheon will make coming home ok. Good Times.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
jerry031:
Dude, have a good time in the Carolinas. Watch out for the one tooth havein', banjo playin', mouth breathin' yokels. Oh, wait, they may only be in Virginia. Nevermind.
jem:
its my clonie 
