I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas. My fingers are Santa's little helpers. My hope is a sporadic rainfall - yet a torrential downpour in all creative environments. I am Theseus, unspooling golden yarn. Sisyphus, sweating uphill. Bukowski, scribbling away in rooming houses. A river always flowing. I am the nightmare of stagnancy and a God of Imagination.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Even Though...
I've lived in OC/LA almost all of my life -
I have no idea where I live.
I don't know cities.
I don't know freeways, I don't know how to get anywhere.
I once tried to go to a AAA (not AA), and wound up at Disneyland.
I always ask about city names and where it is, even though I've been everywhere.
I don't pay attention. Maybe I should. I spent a couple of summers going to the beach all of the time and would now need a Thomas Guide to get there. I get nervous and start to sweat if I end up driving more than twenty minutes.
I have never driven to LA by myself, even though I've driven to San diego, Joshua Tree, San Jose and Las Vegas.
I don't know anything.
Everybody can do things that I can't.
Yet, I've travelled at least through half of the US by myself.
Dichotomous dickhead w/no, or a great sense of non-direction?
Lazy? Yes.
Funny? Yes.
Hopeful? Yes.
Helpless? ALWAYS.
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