Ten years ago this week, with $600 in my pocket, no sleep in 24 hours, a carload of stuff, and a headful of hope, I waved goodbye to my hometown and moved to Austin. The urge was long in the making, but the plan came suddenly. I was to move to Austin to chase the …
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Austin Less Than Three
Been too long to try and hide it I no longer want to fight it Why do I feel so slighted? My love for Austin’s unrequited. She lead me on in hopeful lust Move my heart to future trust Laughing now, boom went to bust Hope broken crumbled to dust Forgotten that she knew me …
I Wear My Rockabilly Shirt and Shed a Tear
Woke up early this morning without an alarm clock; I guess I’m getting trained, which makes it all that more important, I suppose, to get to bed on time even on weekend nights. That happens, mostly, since I tend to turn into a pumpkin after midnight. I blame the post-coffee fatigue. I’m heading up a …
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Eeyore and I Have Something In Common
Today is being spent in recovery mode. I’m tired, sore, sunburned, blitzed. Yesterday was a big expense on me. It was…busy. Nothing of any lasting importance, mostly. Just a large expenditure of energy, and I’m not accustomed to that. Aside from a few bright spots, it feels more like a waste of energy. I went …
Fourth Annual
I realized yesterday that last week on July 27th (or somewhere thereabouts), my life in Austin is four years old. I wish I would’ve thought to look into it on the day of the anniversary instead of yesterday. But the fact that I remembered counts for something, yeah? Wow. Four years. This is getting close …