had a great sleep in the basement with my dog last night. Taylor upstairs sleeping in our bed. Triggy sleeping in Taylor’s bed. sleeping has always been “an event” in our lives. with our family. there is much worse one could focus on.
after more than a week away in LA I am very happy and very glad to be back home. back with my family. back in a dull town in Ontario. LA is too spread out for me. TOO HOT FOR ME. TOO BUSY FOR ME. busy highways. fast cars. fake people. fake stars. i prefer New York. i prefer Chicago. i prefer Vancouver. i prefer London. i prefer Toronto. i love travelling but I get homesick quickly and homesick often. i need more money and I need more family time. i need more hair and I need more confidence.
Now I sit outside on my back patio with Murphy beside me. drinking a coffee and feeling the crisp cooler air of Ontario. rows and rows of townhouses, all looking the same, are staring at me. rows of dull homes with dull people. low aspirations and low IQ’S. low hopes. low dreams. shitty beer. shitty trucks. shitty clothes. shitty interests. shitty hobbies. loud and uninteresting. the loudest are usually the richest and usually the dullest. chainsaws and lawn mowers. car alarms. loud mufflers. screaming kids. barking dogs. screaming moms and loud fireworks. suburban living at it’s finest.
The sun is beaming down upon my face but it is warm. NOT HOT. now a loud truck starts up with a loud muffler. gas prices soaring. food prices soaring. hopes and dreams fading. another truck off to work. loud and proud. and guzzling gas. the birds are chirping. bird feeders bringing in all the birds in the area to shit on our shitty cars and shitty lawns. my fingernails need to be trimmed. i need to take my first shower in three days. i can feel the salt water from the ocean stuck in my facial hair. stuck on my balding head. going up my red nose. i wish I was a dog. not always. just today.
notanotherphony. 