Aug 17, 2009 02:14 pm 8 Comments
"Back then, I didn't have a big organization around me. I was just a kid with a guitar, traveling around. My responsibility basically was to the art, and I had extra time on my hands. There is no extra time now. There isn't enough time."
- Joni Mitchell
And right she is. All of a sudden we are winding our wanderings to a withering five days. Five Days. We were just traveling around and now we have five days and how did it happen so fast and where did we go and where are we going and what do we do now.
I guess I don't have to think about the Now until five days from now. WHAT'S MORE IMPORTANT IS THAT MERRITT MADE MY DOG pee on the seat of my truck today out of pure glorious excitement at seeing his cut off Jorts (Jeans + Shorts). I mean I just couldn't believe it. Seriously? What a jerk.
In other news, I arrived back on the bus this morning to find Grayson's upper lip covered in what I assumed was dirt. Huzzah! It turned out to be upper lip fuzz of the worst persuation, and I immediately began dry heaving in front of many citizens of the community to their utmost horror.
I am now currently plotting my future in the comfort of the Nylo Hotel in Rhode Island (read: swanky). Will I turn Pro? Will I be a painter? Will I be a garbage man? Will I ever eat a hot dog ever again? Only the King of Veg knows, and he is still incapacitated from an all-you-can-eat pig roast.
Tomorrow we head to Beantown, where the Young Cholnoky will join us (YEE GAD! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!) and where we will stuff our faces with farmers market nuglets of deliciousness and drink organic beers. Not the Young One, mind you. Ha! More then. For now, remember: "a word to the wise is infuriating" ~ HST
kari
August 17, 2009 - 7:48pm