Lazy Afternoon
So this is the second one of these. The first one was called
Lazy
Hello and I would recommend reading that one first. If it's
not on CL
anymore then drop me a line, I've got it (and this and any future ones)
archived on my site and I'll send you the link.
It's 4:20 in the afternoon in my part of the world. Nice time
of day.
For those of you who don't know what that means, don't worry about it,
you'll pick it up sooner or later.
As you may recall, before moving to New York I lived on a rock in
Alaska. A rock. Fulla guys. In the middle
of Nowhere.
Along with there not being enough women on the island, there also
wasn't enough grass on the island. There would be dry spells
and those
spells where harsh on everybody. I've tried (more than once)
to be an
alcoholic, but it just doesn't suit me. I don't react well to
booze.
Grass suits me though. I'm not one of those people who smokes
a joint
and then drool their sorry ass into the sofa for the rest of the
day.
I actually seem to be rather articulate and productive and safe under
the influence of that particular vice *shrugs* Well, I got
good grades
in school and I walked away from ten years of high risk employment with
alla my fingers and toes intact whereas some of my comrades Didn't
(hangovers, *tsk tsk* they'll gitcha every time)
Not an advocate for NORMAL here, wouldn't dream of pushing the crap off
onto anybody (especially kids) but for ME it's the beer of choice
*shrugs* Got a problem with that then take a hike.
The stuff has been a part of my life in some way since I can
remember.
I am, after all, a product of the sixties, ya know? It's
always been
around no matter where I went, and I've been to some pretty funky
places, lemme tell ya. I thought rock in Alaska was going to
be BAD,
but it wasn't. Sure, there were dry spells from time to time,
they
always seem to last forever when you're In one, but they never lasted
more than a few months and it's Good to dry out from time to time...
I thought moving to New York was going to be the cats meow.
People!
Chicks!! Pot delivered to your door 24/7!!! *bursts out
laughing!*
Ya, well, Maybe if you're a rock star or something. Old Poor
White
Guy? Forget it. Kids here won't even give me the
time of day, and the
adults aren't much better *sighs* I would have to say that
the lack of
grass has probably been the single most depressing thing about being
here these past seven years.
YES, having my wife tell me she no longer wants to be with me was
Incredibly Depressing, but that was just one bombshell and we are
working past that in a healthy way...
No, the lack of grass thing is perpetual. Bareable when
you're broke
(which is most of the time) Frustrating as all hell on those
rare
occasions when you have a few coins to rub together and No One will
talk to you *sighs*
Then there's the moving thing... since moving here I've lived in
Brooklyn, Manhattan, a little town up the Hudson called Cold Spring,
Queens, and now I'm across the river in some place called Guttenberg
(what were they Thinking? What, was this place a meat house
way back
when or something?) Right about the time I start to settle
into a
neighborhood and the locals start to recognize me and realize that I'm
just a 'mostly harmless' dude, Whamo, we move and once again I'm the
new kid in town *sighs*
So it goes, ey?
*sip*
High octane coffee, mmmm, gotta love it.
I got my first (and so far only) reply to my CL Lazy venue today...
Sure I replied *shrugs* why not? Gotta at least give 'em a
hearty
Congrats! for being the first, right? As near as I could tell
from the
scant info I got she struck me to be someone like my wife ie. someone
who has been surfing CL for a good while now and knows the ropes, no
stranger to dating, etc. I doubt anyone like that is gonna
want to
waist time on a newbie like me but who can tell?
I'm in no hurry.
*ponders*
Not a lot in this one other than the fact that I like to inhale from
time to time, huh? *shrugs* Sorry 'bout that. Tune in next
time, gods
only know what I'll write then ('cause I sure as hell don't *grins*)
rock on