Guilty men run, cowboys roam, and pirates drift. I spent a year not knowing I was which. Looked for an inexistence of something I demanded exist. Haven’t been home this summer, today got my papers to go back. Still same old, same old, but old feels good, man.
Sep - Jetted around the country
Oct > Dec - Palo Alto, San Francisco
Dec - Las Vegas
Jan > Mar - Cupertino
Mar > May - Los Angeles, San Diego, Salton Seas, Loma Linda
May > July - San Bruno
July > Aug - San Miguel, Los Angeles, Tahoe, Home
Who lives like me? Out of suitcases and carpetbags? An unavailing Stretch Armstrong with a head far flung, fighting snapping to reality, to where my body and soul never moves? Who else fantasizes they’re Mr. Fantastic? I’m looking for a support group.
At least I worked the hippie out of my system. Now watch I make something of myself.
