Sunday, May 3, 2009
Thank the G-ddess! My digs are devolving into a flop house! At last it's lived in. For a long time I kept it exactly as I found it after the contractors left. I couldn't believe it was really my home.
I felt like I was in just another hotel room or a friends house.
For those coming late to this saga I was homeless for seven months.
Anyway nearly two of those months was lived on the streets. Naturally I'm writing a one man show about it. ...stay tuned.
So having lost one, "Home" means a great deal to me.
Slowly I've come to feel comfortable enough to be a slob,..again.
Home is where you can walk around butt nekkid eating a ham sandwich with the radio, and tv on loud while talking to yourself.
Anyway above is my corroding kitchen, bathroom,...both sinks leak, and bedroom, no quilts, pillows, flowers, or pictures.
Not only that, but today a mysterious stinky smell turned up. It seems to move about.
A sure sign of evil spirits.
Tonight it's in my tiny closet. 'Can't quite place what it is. Could be dead laundry, ten year old cabbage, zombie sweat socks,...evil spirits?!
Well there's plenty of Haitian Voodoo priest in the 'hood maybe I could get one of them or the Mexican Christian Charismatic family that lives upstairs to come down, and kick Satan or whoever out of my digs.
My dear sister got me a tv,..see pixs.
It's one of them new hi-def, digital flat things. I have no idea how the contraption works. The damned thing came with an instruction 'book'. Yeah I said "Book".
I'm grateful as hell, but what the heck happened to "plug it in, and turn it on?" Now I know how my Grandma felt when my Ma, and Dad gave her a color tv back in the early 70's.
She never used it. She was afraid it'd catch fire, and explode.