It's Short-Haired-Chick...Monday?
So I fucking didn't get to it, geesh.
But what am I going to say about Annie Lennox anyway? Would I lie to you honey? Now would I say somethin' that wasnt' true, I'm askin' you honey would I liiiiiiiie to you? I love singing that song. Annie is kickass, she's never given up on the short-hair, she's fierce, she's independent, and she looks good old. I'd love to picnic with her, talk global politics and then have park-sex.
Meanwhile, I'm in Springfield, IL, living at the Days Inn (which is all Barton Finky weird as a write in my hotel room). I'm working at the State Fair, who could've predicted that five days ago?
This is my flatmate Decklund 5.
Decklund 5 lived on my coffee cup for a few minutes. Decklund 5 showed up after I was working on Alderman at 5am and Decklund 3 crawled across my foot in a perfectly silent hotel room at 5am. Not more than ten minutes later i felt something ticklish on my knee and met Decklund 4. Yes, disgusting. I was as enraged as a sleep-deprived manual laborer can be at 5am as he tries desperately to get the very very very very very very very very very second-to-the-last script revision on Alderman to Sandy by 7am. So went my second night in the hotel.
And now It's time to, Pull Open The 'But'
The whole experience of this random-ass job and this random-ass location and this journey and this alien atmosphere so far has ridden the line of being incredibly exhilarating and so fucking depressing. But, oddly, this is a feeling I enjoy. I want stability, but know I'll be no good as an artist as soon as I have it.
After 10 years of office work I'm working at a fair. Do you know how exciting that is after 10 years of office work? But, I'm working at a fair. Losers do that.
After 10 years of being a city boy I'm back to hanging out with country-folk, which I spent the first 14 years of my life immersed in, it's exciting to be in an atmosphere so warmly memory laden. I went to the Ohio State fair every year with my Mom, Dad 2.0, Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Greg. Every year. Period. Every year. But I guess I never noticed how fucking fucked-up a lot of the people were.
I did manual labor, moved all this stuff around, put up a huge tent, drove a big truck. Manual labor is so mindless it's relaxing, even though it's completely not. But, I forgot what I hated about manual labor, it's not the labor, it's the chitchat. I can't take the chitchat. "I don't know dude, it might rain, what the fuck's my opinion going to add or subtract?"
I can't really stand to see them to play because I see poor people getting poorer at the hands of corporations and advertisers, But I can't turn down the paycheck made by exploiting them. Christ, I'm a Republican, but in my head, I'm a Carny.
Our tent is not on the Midway, we're next to the cowboy hat retailer and two hot-tub retailers. We're across from the Illinois Republicans tent and the Airbushed T-Shirt camper. Incidentally I would like to sum up the entire Illinois State Fair opening day parade in one picture.
It sucked, because parade's suck.
4 comments:
Adam, I've just been reading your blog for an hour and 47 minutes. Instead of other stuff I'm really supposed to be doing. I mean really really. And it was so worth it. I feel like I just drank a red-eye after reading about 40 of your posts. I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight after reading the words, "My mom mommed the shit out of my apartment"...that was 100% pure Adam in my veins...ahhhhhh the hit.
The good news is that it doesn't look like a roach. The bad news is that it's much, much worse.
Is that the Leah R. I think it is? Freaky!
Decklund 5 or Seti Alpha 6?
Wow. I never expected to see that name. The hit indeed. I guess I'll never have to fill long-distant friends in on what I've been up to with a year-and-a-half long journal under my belt. You, however, are a mystery. Welcome back, you've been missed, I mean really really.
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