"Scott" dad said to me..... I don't know dad what I'm going to do.. But write now Gavin and I are going to make an omelet larry-clarks-famous-hot-dog-omelet.html
My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning. I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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Saturday, August 12, 2017
Living in Moscow now
I was awakened this morning by my dads voice. "Scott" I heard him say. Not Like he was calling me to wake me up but like something was falling or there was some eminent danger he was alerting me to. It causes me so much anxiety ......supercalifredulious.html I have things on what I call my bucket list things I feel obligated to write about before I die. the-bucket-list.html When my dad died in January I was there with him... "I'm so sorry" I told him.til-death-do-us-part.html I don't know what I'm gonna do dad. Home less again that's what I am. It's embarrassing to say. I bet when Shelby Poe sold me this 25 foot coachman trailer he never thought I would be forced to move it into the Moscow campground and live in it. That's embarrassing to say. Remember The Rockford files? Jim Rockford worked as a private investigator and he lived in a camper.....on beach front property. No one could turn a Fire bird around better than Jim Rockford. I'm not lazy. I work as a builder/roofer I have to admit I need to turn my life around 180 degrees. Dad woke me up this morning and Gavin is up now.
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