Fast Forward To Today

I just caught up on the last trip.

And did some writing about Gre. Last week. But I really just kind of want to zone out and write, here an now about today.

It started out sleepy.

I don't know why, I got sleep and just couldn't seem to wake up. Hit the bus by 7.30a. Made the bus just in time and did some writing there.

Wandering about on Broadway and Colfax I started to work my grid going East on Colfax. Today feels like a wash before it has even started. I feel like I've left something behind in Gre. No matter how tenuous that connection is. But this is what I want to do still. I want to live here, and make my way here. And this is the kind of place that I need to be.

So working my way up the street I do that for a while, texting some of my friends, and just kind of hitting every restaurant, bar, or whatever I can find. And that is going smooth, but there are no really good connections. It gets to be that time of day when you have to take a break so that restaurant staff doesn't kill you when you come in for an application. So I make my way back to the library.

While I'm there I look up some adds and hit facebook. I see an add for Anthony Bourdain live. I send it to Me. because I know how much she likes him too.

Then I go downstairs and check out some more Bukowski.

He lived in this world where getting a job wasn't quite so difficult, and I envy him that. He was able to just float from job to job to make rent, and buy alcohol, and be shiftless. I want that sometimes. To have a place to stumble back to, a few dollars for some tall boys or a box of wine, and someone to curl up in bed with. Is that so fucking much to ask for.

Not bitter though.

So I'm done with the library, and head back to the streets to figure out where to find a job.

I hit place after place, and get nothing for the most part.

Then Me. texts me to tell me that she bought us tickets to Anthony Bourdain, I get the text while I'm sitting on some stairs smoking a cigarette and reading one of the Bukowski books. It is one of those rare perfect moments that make you think there just might be some kind of god that actually loves you. Who knows though. I can't even stand the strange perfection of the moment, so I get back to the job hunt.

The day is drawing to an end, so I just kind of give up. I've made one good contact, so the day isn't a total bust.

Then R. bails on dinner.

Not the end of the world, but it puts this grey haze over the day.

I'm going to say Vice for just being so bland.

File under Vice.