ahhhhhhhhh east coast zinho
i am wondering how i ever passed the time here and
how soon i scrape up the money to peace
chicago's vibe grips me like a tractor beam, but without a car i'm stranded in the land beyond... surrounded by slow people with necks red from fieldwork and old-style breath that leaks coon jokes through sparse teeth. drinking was my dumbo's feather to make the rest of the crap seem worthwhile, but it has lost its charm. all would be more exciting if i had a dog to play with. instead i surrender myself to the moon and follow its beams to points east and west
to you.
i tried to register for a conversational spanish class but they only teach them while i work, so instead i'm fiendishly raiding my bros high-school spanish books for some sort of understanding. 'Sabado Gigante' and 'Cristina' make little sense to me as yet, but i'll let you know. i'm thinking now would be a very good time to thumb a ride to mexico and learn for real, but i have to wait until later when the weather cools and the truckers begin to wear more clothes and behave themselves.
i'm going to go play in the sun now and grow some freckles. all the better to kiss me with.
