And you hunger for a timea time to heal, desire timeand your earth moves beneathits own dream landscape-U2And all the shouting voices trying to knock me off my courseSome by sermonSome by forceFools and thieves are dangerousin the Temple and marketplacein the temple and market place-RushAugusto 3, Viernes 8:02 AM
Well, after leaving the home of the Seesters, the place I now consider home, I begin the North American Exile. Locked out of my own house by the squatting Darth, I once again am on the lam. I am blogging on the 183 Amtrak train to Washington. I should arrive in the Red Light District by 10:30 AM, then Metro to West Falls Church, and then a taxi to my former residence where I shall come to face to face with the Sith Lord of my nightmares for the first time in 7 months, and meet her offspring, little Annie Greco, who shares my name, but nothing else of mine (lucky for her!). I also will be reunite with Fripp, the Jedi Bastard who trained me some long years ago. I expect it to be a chilly reception. I shall get some stuff, my X-Wing fighter, my kayak, my Jedi Master and then head to planet SlavinGrad in the Rockville Rim of Maryland System, where I shall enjoy the hospitality of Bryan Calrissian, even though he currently exploring the solar system.
It's all so surreal i don't know what to think. Truly and finally, I am coming home.
Swoop and RunI saw Mum yesterday for the first time since January, which was grand! We took a ferry from Liberty State Park in the Motherland to Ellis Island. Very cool. Then we just missed the ferry and had to wait. I got us two hot dogs, and had the dogs in my left hand and water bottle in my right, when something hit me in the left shoulder. ìWhat the...î I saw a white blur in front of me, looked down, and saw one empty hot dog bun. I looked up and this enormous seagull had my dog in it's mouth. It landed 6 feet in front of me and began to eat. ìYou bastard!î I cried and ran after him. I wasn't going to eat it, but I'd be damned if I'd let IT eat my hot dog. He dropped it and took off. He started to land and i keep running and he eventually flew off over the Hudson, while some other dirty birds ate my hot dog. When I turned around, Mum and the entire picnic area were laughing their asses off.
"That'll be a classic story for the blog," mum said.
ìIndeed,î I said. ìI often feel I was put on this earth for the sole enjoyment of the rest of the planet.î
But I'm having a blast, so I don't mind.
So this is how I hide the hurtAs the road leads cursed and charmedTell AmeliaIt was just a false alarm-Joni Mitchell8:31 AM. I am listening to the Deluxe edition of Blind Faith, that has some startling jams with Clapton on guitar and Winwood on organ.
The novel is now called A LACK OF OXYGEN again. Almost 10,000 words in the bank. Shooting for 120,000. Just slugging through now ñ not too bad. Soon I will get to introduce what I hope to be one of my most intriguing and fun characters ever ñ Lorenzo the black scorpion, who dresses in a tux, top hat and cane, talks and serves up advise to our ailing hero. Have I finally lost my fucking mind?
And I think its gonna be a long long time...-Elton JohnWe have just pulled into Philadelphia. I edge closer to my destiny.
He pissed in their fireplaceHe dragged them through turbulent Indigo-Joni MitchellEarlier in my journey:
Conductor (looks like Morgan Freeman- and has a great voice to match): Tickets please.
El Dude: Here you go.
Conductor:: And I'll read that Post when your done.
El Dude: Sure.
I went up to get coffee and a muffin and see the conductor on my way back.
Conductor: I saw the paper there but weren't sure if you were done. Didn't want you to be like ìWhere's my paper!î
El Dude: I'm done. You want it?
Conductor: Sure. Thanks.
I pulled it from the netting behind the seat but the pulled it away as he went to take it.El Dude: Yankees or Mets? (Met fan's usually read the Post, Yankee fan's the Dailey News, because of the each one is partial to coverage of the respective team)
Conductor: Yankees
El Dude: I'll give it to you anyway.
Conductor: Said the wrong thing!
9:15 AM ñ Just crossed the Susquehanna River. Hello Maryland. Closer and closer to that which awaits. I feel like I should be on reality TV, this situation is so fucked up. I half expect Jerry Springer to be there when I reach home. Then some California redneck will come out of the coat closet, proclaim himself Annie's father and then hit me across the back with one of the dining room chairs that were my Nan and Pop's.
When the dust has clearedVictory deniedSummit too loftyRiver a little to wideIf we keep our pridethough Paradise is lostwe will pay the pricebut we will not count the costwe will pay the pricebut we will not count the cost-RushWe just crossed more water. How long has it been since i've seen so much water? Can't wait to take the Cygnus X-1, my kayak, out on the Potomac tomorrow! I'd bring Frippy but it's inflatable and he tends to dig in his claws when he's flustered, which is would be problematic. Then I believe the Nats game on
Sunday. It was great to watch the Mets beat Milwaukee on Wed. night. How beisbol, how i missed ye!
10:00 AM
As we move forever closerAwaken to the west touchAwaken to the west touching-YesConductor: New Carollton. New Carollton, next stop. And then Washington DC.
I am a bit nervous. I guess I would be a fucking blockhead if I wasn't. DC has little been in my thoughts. But I guess I really won't see it. I'll go right from Union Station, underground, to the Metro. This used to be my city. It used to be where I worked. I marketed her and wrote about her. My home.
There's a beautiful woman across the aisle from me, putting on her makeup. I miss Maria. She's just too cool. Hope she hasn't fallen off a chair or anything and hurt herself.
The landscape rolls by, green, brown and yellow, the sky a dull gunmetal gray. Heat haze. A code orange day. Hot as hell and air quality for shit. Welcome home!
Bryan has a big ass TV. I haven't watched TV in seven months!
I feel lost. Adrift. Fripp will center me. Stay calm when you encounter the Dark Side. Don't let her get under your skin like some crafty parasite. Stay serene. The Force is my ally.
Can't this fucking train hurry up! Jesus Christ and the Christones! Let's get this over with.
The woman across the aisle is still putting her makeup on! Foundation, mascara, eye shadow, powdering her nose. Is she going on CNN? Enough is enough.
Irish. Light skin, mid-dark hair, cute little pony tail. Blue eyes? Yes, blue. She's making me nervous.
I shouldn't have had two big cups of coffee.
Center thyself. Let the Force flow through me. The force is my Ally. I shall not want. It leadeth me down familiar hardwood hallways and I shall come to no harm. It leadeth me into purple bathrooms that appear battleship gray for mine eyes art fucking colorblind.
It's far cry from the world we thought we'd inheritIt's a far cry from the way we thought we'd share it-RushUnion Station. Fuck.
August 6, 8:55 AM
Just another tricky day
for you
-the Who
My 1st two encounters with Darth went well. Annie is adorable. I am staying my friend Bryan's place, in Rockville, which is a palace. He and Rebecca are on holiday in Europe (ironic!) so I have the place all to myself. It is a palace! Air conditioning, garbage disposal, clothes dryer, barbecue, 60 inch TV and 300 channels, all in English. Saw the Nats sweep St Louis yesterday at RFK and watched the Mets and Cubs all weekend. Other than that I have vegged and slept. Asleep by ten last night, up by seven AM. Who is this imposter! You know i'm lagged.
Just wanted you all to know I'm well and will be in touch this week. Then we get our ya ya's out!