Since being in such an isolated place, with lovely weather (to me at least). It helps my mind open and observe peacefully. Something about the organic surroundings and the simple life are so appealing, however I still can't draw my self from the concrete throws of Las Vegas. The quiet townships, and the unapparent ignorance of the citizens isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city life of a young adult.
Apparently I'm either incredibly biased or I'm spot on, but I'll never know. What would be even greater is if this society of boat enthusiasts and fishermen were actually an idol worshiping cult, other than in a Christian sense. Like an alligator wearing a silly hat idol, who they believe devours the sun at night and sails the sea in a Corvette made of human remains.
I am somewhat recording random ideas and general thoughts in a sketchpad, which isn't very good, but I will publish after I get back to Vegas. They're never full thoughts, fully thought out because of the constraints of paper and the amount of time my hand can grasp an ink staff before unbearable pain sets in. Yeah arthritis is looming over me like a dark cloud ready to rain down bowling balls on my my tender fucking knuckles. However I try to spill as much as I can before the timer is up. I do think I'll translate them in to fully legible through text, well thought out pieces of writing, instead of my wingding chants on whats obvious to me.
Growing up I had the notion that these folks around Tillamook, Garibaldi, Astoria, and of course Rockaway were all well natured people with a modest life. After the past few days in and out of various establishments it's not so much the case.
The encounter:
Browsing through a local market, nothing like the huge chains of markets I'm used to ie: Smiths, Albertsons, Luckys, Right-Aid, and the like, I overheard a baffling conversation I certainly shouldn't have walked into. After inspecting the soda closets for options I come around the corner to some tall bastard with the typical Bronco-Drivers mustache. "So I'm fucking standing there in a ya know, medical gown thing, and I fuckin' grab my schlong and yell, 'Is this what you want?!'" It's like walking into the middle of Pulp Fiction during Zed's rape scene. It's just something you're not prepared for and will have you baffled. I really hope there was a happy ending to that story because afterall you can really only go down hill from being in a gown with your dick in your hand.
More to come, if you're interested.
Cheers.
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