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Doing nothing all day

I don't have a television, but being unemployed, I can do the couch potato as well as anybody.

It took twelve hours for me to waddle from the bed to the typewriter today, because first I had to answer some mail, and read another few chapters of a novel that's taking too long to get interesting.

Never really hungry but always happy to eat, I've also enjoyed a fabulous all-day meal. It's included half a bucket of prunes, three cheese sandwiches, 11 bags of past-their-expiration-date-so-they're-cheap chips, a tray of pickle dogs, three bowls of sugary cereal, and probably other junky food I've forgotten even eating.

The smorgasbord started with prunes, so most of my evening seems to be planning itself. I can feel it coming on. Here, let me grab that slow-going novel, as I'll be reading more from it now, on an uncomfortable chair, in a small room down the hall.

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Six months ago, I was doing semi-steady gig work for Jose, who runs a sound company. He sells sound, sort of. He schleps speakers and mikes to various venues, wiring them up and renting them out, usually along with his services as "sound guy."

For a while he was my boss, and then I didn't show up one night when he thought I should've, and I thought I had the night off. We had a low-key argument about it, and I haven't heard from him since — until today, when he called, said he'd seen my flyers, said I always did good work, and said he wants me to work for him again.

Shrug. Anything legal, five bucks an hour. That's how I make my lousy living, so I'll do it. Why not? Jose got on my nerves, but he always paid me, sometimes even tipped me. 

What goes around comes around, and sometimes it comes so far around it leaves me spinning in circles. 

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Just because I don't mention Sarah-Katherine in every day's entry, don't be thinking she's not on my mind. Pretty lady, smart and funny and she wants to live with me? Believe it, she's on my mind, and the thought of her makes me smile.

How the whole "moving to New York" thing is going to happen, I'm not sure. Whether it's wise to do it, I'm also not sure.

Probably it'll turn out to be a big mistake. Yeah, I'm pretty sure about that. Everything turns out to be a mistake in the end, doesn't it?

Maybe Sarah-Katherine will think I'm a big mistake. That seems likely, too.

If we're making a mistake, though, it's ours to make. Life is just a whole lot of mistakes, one after the other, and big mistakes are more interesting than little mistakes. I'm looking forward to this one.

From Pathetic Life #16
Sunday, September 10, 1995

This is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago, called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting things, so parental guidance is advised.

2 comments:

  1. "half a bucket of prunes, three cheese sandwiches, 11 bags of past-their-expiration-date-so-they're-cheap chips, a tray of pickle dogs, three bowls of sugary cereal"

    Dude, WTF

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