Burning Trains

On Wednesday morning I woke up and started reading Bukowski in my bed before I even took a piss. And trust me, it isn't that I didn't have to go...I walked two miles to eat a plate of macaroni, mashed potatoes, okra, and a glass of sweet tea. And it was worth it. On the way I fed my soul with the Goody Mob and Todd Snider in the headphones. I passed over this huge drainage ditch rushing with rain water and saw a disgusting brown snake slither under a busted up rock. The image is burned into my memory, and I've got this sneaking fear that it will someday reappear in my mind's eye if ever under a psychedelic experience. I guess I'll be more careful now when listening to 60's rock in the dark. Fuck, I HATE snakes. I walked down the railroad tracks and passed by a lot of factory workers eating lunch under this small metal shack behind a barbed wire fence. My soul ached for them. I was thankful that it wasn't me behind those walls.

Tuesday night was a bit of drinking and reading on the staircase at the White Water Tavern. Hanging out with a few friends and shooting pool. Wandering around in the gravel parking lot and taking pictures of the stopped trains. Talking over some god awful band. A birthday party in Little Rock last night. And Out Come The Wolves on the stereo with friends dancing around and singing.

My own birthday is in four days. What will this next year bring?