Awoke to chirping cricket ring tone.
Hello you say, your voice sounds like plexiglass.
I just woke up, we both just woke up. Our conversation continues an hour later.
I frequent the downtown high rise balcony of the $2500 airbnb rental my folks have for the month of July in my home town. The views decent. The sky is a bit hazy with forest fire gloom. Mother cooks me a perfect egg the way she always does before we head out for the day.
I play the communiy radio station 90.5 cfcr and it's all jazz.
I'm in value village, combing my fingers through dirty used clothing and distinguishing smells. I find my dream pair of boots and cover the $25 price tag with a $5 tag. I find you a hat that says Salty Dog.
More good finds. We roll home. I scramble together and march up the broadway bridge to meet Pat for dinner at Sushiro. Dans fiance serves us. I photograph the bears on the walls. Pat gets the bill.
We go back to her abode and walk Diego. I drink more.
Back on Broadway I make chit chat with the locals. It gets heavy but I stay light. I am carrying a 14 foot screw over my left shoulder. This is not a metaphor.
Kid calls. I sit in the parking lot outside the liquor store and a dude hands me a cigarette as he hops into the shop. I ask for a cider. He comes out with Kokanee. I tell him I'm kokanee Kate from the Yukon and loved through the gold rush. He gives me one sip. Kid tells me he loves when I say Yuss. I tell him he is one of my people. I wander East. I don't know which address I'm looking for. Kid calls again. This time we finally have a juicy one. We get into the brunt of it all. It's around 45 minutes.
I go party with the skater boys. I take the initiative to order pizza at 3 am and we pig out. Then I pass out alone in the grass in the backyard. They offer the couch but I say I enjoy being outside more. In the morning around 6am i walk home with the giant screw slung over my shoulder. i walk to the beach where a circle of hoodrats is burning out their night fire. The female clerk with green hair from the liquor store the night before is sitting around the fire. we acknowledge eachother. They call me a hippie. i walk down the beach, strip into my underwear and jump in the river. i lie, wet, on my clothes in the sand. eventually i think it's time to go back to the highrise and eat breakfast, so i do. the kid calls. he out of the hospital now. this worries me. i act casual.
he calls this morning to tell me he's buying a car. i explain he has no license, and licensing a car is expensive. his ears are mesh.
i spend the next few days researching bipolar disorder and it's potential cures.
Hello you say, your voice sounds like plexiglass.
I just woke up, we both just woke up. Our conversation continues an hour later.
I frequent the downtown high rise balcony of the $2500 airbnb rental my folks have for the month of July in my home town. The views decent. The sky is a bit hazy with forest fire gloom. Mother cooks me a perfect egg the way she always does before we head out for the day.
I play the communiy radio station 90.5 cfcr and it's all jazz.
I'm in value village, combing my fingers through dirty used clothing and distinguishing smells. I find my dream pair of boots and cover the $25 price tag with a $5 tag. I find you a hat that says Salty Dog.
More good finds. We roll home. I scramble together and march up the broadway bridge to meet Pat for dinner at Sushiro. Dans fiance serves us. I photograph the bears on the walls. Pat gets the bill.
We go back to her abode and walk Diego. I drink more.
Back on Broadway I make chit chat with the locals. It gets heavy but I stay light. I am carrying a 14 foot screw over my left shoulder. This is not a metaphor.
Kid calls. I sit in the parking lot outside the liquor store and a dude hands me a cigarette as he hops into the shop. I ask for a cider. He comes out with Kokanee. I tell him I'm kokanee Kate from the Yukon and loved through the gold rush. He gives me one sip. Kid tells me he loves when I say Yuss. I tell him he is one of my people. I wander East. I don't know which address I'm looking for. Kid calls again. This time we finally have a juicy one. We get into the brunt of it all. It's around 45 minutes.
I go party with the skater boys. I take the initiative to order pizza at 3 am and we pig out. Then I pass out alone in the grass in the backyard. They offer the couch but I say I enjoy being outside more. In the morning around 6am i walk home with the giant screw slung over my shoulder. i walk to the beach where a circle of hoodrats is burning out their night fire. The female clerk with green hair from the liquor store the night before is sitting around the fire. we acknowledge eachother. They call me a hippie. i walk down the beach, strip into my underwear and jump in the river. i lie, wet, on my clothes in the sand. eventually i think it's time to go back to the highrise and eat breakfast, so i do. the kid calls. he out of the hospital now. this worries me. i act casual.
he calls this morning to tell me he's buying a car. i explain he has no license, and licensing a car is expensive. his ears are mesh.
i spend the next few days researching bipolar disorder and it's potential cures.
