Thank god I had impersonal loving advice from the lamentations of Marc Almond as a young adult so I'd have some idea what I was in for. Feeling old I think of making my tummy a washboard again - and I realize a lot of that urge is to be "special" or treated as such. Same as the naked outfits, wild costumes, makeup and purple hair, boots, and even the muscle t's.
Given my background, I look at a homewood suites on the government dole as a luxury, knowing full well I don't even know the names of luxury hotels. I don't need to know luxury, but I'd prefer to know I'm ghetto than remain ignorant.
I'm going to be in rainy CA (SF) and it doesn't matter - I don't think I know anyone here anymore, and the trip is a short one. These meetings could take place anywhere - I could be in NE and it doesn't matter. I fly out next to strangers, eat in chains, watch the same cable channels, drink shit coffee, and debate in person with people I debated with in writing.
I see and hear people trying to show off to strangers, making friends with clerks, and on a bad day hitting on bar staff. It makes me feel kind of empty and happy to be humble and anonymous. I think my greatest fear is to be that hungry for human affection myself. Are they ignorant of how sad they are and do it anyway? Could that be me?
I listen to NPR and sip coffee while looking out at the rain, which in a small measure makes me feel less alone. Only I'm not.
This all makes it very easy to work practically non-stop on the road!
Given my background, I look at a homewood suites on the government dole as a luxury, knowing full well I don't even know the names of luxury hotels. I don't need to know luxury, but I'd prefer to know I'm ghetto than remain ignorant.
I'm going to be in rainy CA (SF) and it doesn't matter - I don't think I know anyone here anymore, and the trip is a short one. These meetings could take place anywhere - I could be in NE and it doesn't matter. I fly out next to strangers, eat in chains, watch the same cable channels, drink shit coffee, and debate in person with people I debated with in writing.
I see and hear people trying to show off to strangers, making friends with clerks, and on a bad day hitting on bar staff. It makes me feel kind of empty and happy to be humble and anonymous. I think my greatest fear is to be that hungry for human affection myself. Are they ignorant of how sad they are and do it anyway? Could that be me?
I listen to NPR and sip coffee while looking out at the rain, which in a small measure makes me feel less alone. Only I'm not.
This all makes it very easy to work practically non-stop on the road!