2002-11-12 | THE STORY (cont.)

People grill me as if it's my fault that her hometown is not yet ready for my invasion.

Hell, I'M the only one that IS ready, and actually knows what I want. Of course, what I want very rarely comes to fruition.

People think they know what I should do.

Just because I know what I want to do, that doesn't mean I'm going to like take a Greyhound there and show up on her doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, out of some horrible late 80's romantic teen comedy, and take the city of Tucson by storm.

Sure, I've got a little money to play with, but unfortunately bad credit has also joined in on the game, along with Sir Lamejobmarket, and Mr. Cancer. I'm no stranger to that dude. He can be quite the life alterer. We'll collide with that subject matter later.

My "bed" made up of a comforter laid out on the carpeted floor of the ex-room of a certain slobbery canine, is always here for me, and those simple things I alluded to earlier, have still not run out.

After my Sunday solace at the local fast food joint, which was luckily empty again, except for me, I headed to the newspaper stands, to pick up as many different assortments of newspapers as possible. The reason? The more varieties of newspaper, the better chance of finding more varieties of crossword puzzles. And on Sunday, each paper usually has 2 or more. The art is not finding duplicates. Doesn't sound very exciting, but when you don't have a car, crosswords can be an excellent time killer. I collected about 5 or 6 this past Sunday. They should last me about 3 or 4 days. Or one "REALLY BAD DAY".

This past Sunday, I started on a new "hobby".

With things at an all time low, I started "investing" in silly, scratch-off lottery tickets. I figure if I get lucky, things will make a lot more sense with a few extra dollars stuffed in my wallet. Somebody has got to win money on these things right? Why not me? A lot of times when other areas of my life aren't going to well, dumb luck surprises me with a bite to my senses, propelling me to a whirlwind of steady success, triggering a creative flow that couldn't be halted with the worlds largest overflow pipe.

(to be continued)

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