Holidays. Everything is on a kind of pause. There's no one around these days and I've been in a sort of slump. I'm having a hard time making definitive statements. Like: "I like this" or "I don't like that" or "I am this" and "I am not that." And I know I'm avoiding finishing my story. The one about mom and me and Eli. I know you (invisible you) are getting pissed.
I know I should be happy that I'm out of bars, but it was like my mind was running faster in there. It's slowed down a bit out here, on the Midway, which isn't a good thing, considering the kind of work I have to do. We have to do. Me and Sue. And Tobe (which rhymes with homie). Homie Tobe, who hasn't been around in six months. He'll be back on the 31st. After that it will be straight strategy. I'm looking forward to it.
Yesterday after a long walk -- me and Sue, we walked and talked for two hours -- we were thirsty and dirty. So we took two Heineken's into the shower. God, they were good. Water pouring down us and the beer getting wet, but it didn't matter, it still fizzled and lingered on our tongues, the lick of fermenting yeast still reaching out its kick.
Mom is arriving in two days for a visit from the colony. On the 22nd. She'll have good stories.
