drunk elvis mayor and an old man email's
Posted: July 29th, 2008, 9:41 pm
I search for work over the Internet at the library. tHe older gentlemen next to me looks perplexed and finally asks me to tell him how to send an email. I tell him to hit the send button and several moments later I here a click and see the old creaky smile slightly surfaced. I resume my work search.
I am in Vancouver a month now and have not made any contact with people I knew in high school. People that most humans my age would still be friends with. I sent them all emails. Non of them seemed interested in “doing something” as I asked them in the emails. This somewhat makes me feel shity, somewhat angry and is it possible to be somewhat indifferent—because the time of day and weather seems to effect the mood and candor I deal with my inner emotions.
My Name is Geoff Parsons, and I am A WRITER...
About a month ago I was living in Saskatchewan and working. I had money and a computer of my own, I had a membership at the video store. I was living in Herbert's condemned hospital that was sold to some tappers from Calgary that I was working with. The basement was covered with asbestos but the level we lived on was decent. We had brb-que every night. There was a deli down the street that sold nice cuts of steak.
One night after drinking and driving around swift current with a French guy and Jay who I knew from old days back in Halifax when he sold shrooms and acid and hash to me and my adolescent friends I found my self in the Mayors of Herbert's home with Jays mother.
Jays mother and the mayor of the town were in a heated discussion about the validity of statistics. Both were extremely convoluted arguers that it would be useless to quote it would only confuse you all. I sat down in the chair, jay had come along as well, we had been told that jay's mother was over at the mayors house and that we should go get her.
“how about a beer mayor!” I said as I sat down. We were in his “back lounging area?“ there was a swimming pool. The mayor of Herbert looked like what evils would of looked like if he had not dyed his hair with shoe polish. In other words he looked like a sex offender.
“certainly.” Said the mayor and bellowed out “norma! Bring out some beer!” He smiled at me in a forgiving way which I felt was uncalled for, but I played along.
“women.” I said shaking my head.
“I am sorry.” said the mayor.
The mayor talk on and on about stuff I cared absolutely nothing about. I just drank the beer his fat retarded looking wife had given me. Until
“so mr. Mayor!” I said. “I am going to grab another beer off you!”
“I am sorry Geoff I am going to bed—you'll have to grab it for the road.”
I took the beer without a word of thanks and left across the street to the hospital where I went to bed listening to red hot chillie pepers californication....
the next day I did not go to work. I caught a bus at the gas station down the road and got a lift to golden BC. Then hitch-hiked. I pan handled on Commercial drive. Then I came here.
GAP
I am in Vancouver a month now and have not made any contact with people I knew in high school. People that most humans my age would still be friends with. I sent them all emails. Non of them seemed interested in “doing something” as I asked them in the emails. This somewhat makes me feel shity, somewhat angry and is it possible to be somewhat indifferent—because the time of day and weather seems to effect the mood and candor I deal with my inner emotions.
My Name is Geoff Parsons, and I am A WRITER...
About a month ago I was living in Saskatchewan and working. I had money and a computer of my own, I had a membership at the video store. I was living in Herbert's condemned hospital that was sold to some tappers from Calgary that I was working with. The basement was covered with asbestos but the level we lived on was decent. We had brb-que every night. There was a deli down the street that sold nice cuts of steak.
One night after drinking and driving around swift current with a French guy and Jay who I knew from old days back in Halifax when he sold shrooms and acid and hash to me and my adolescent friends I found my self in the Mayors of Herbert's home with Jays mother.
Jays mother and the mayor of the town were in a heated discussion about the validity of statistics. Both were extremely convoluted arguers that it would be useless to quote it would only confuse you all. I sat down in the chair, jay had come along as well, we had been told that jay's mother was over at the mayors house and that we should go get her.
“how about a beer mayor!” I said as I sat down. We were in his “back lounging area?“ there was a swimming pool. The mayor of Herbert looked like what evils would of looked like if he had not dyed his hair with shoe polish. In other words he looked like a sex offender.
“certainly.” Said the mayor and bellowed out “norma! Bring out some beer!” He smiled at me in a forgiving way which I felt was uncalled for, but I played along.
“women.” I said shaking my head.
“I am sorry.” said the mayor.
The mayor talk on and on about stuff I cared absolutely nothing about. I just drank the beer his fat retarded looking wife had given me. Until
“so mr. Mayor!” I said. “I am going to grab another beer off you!”
“I am sorry Geoff I am going to bed—you'll have to grab it for the road.”
I took the beer without a word of thanks and left across the street to the hospital where I went to bed listening to red hot chillie pepers californication....
the next day I did not go to work. I caught a bus at the gas station down the road and got a lift to golden BC. Then hitch-hiked. I pan handled on Commercial drive. Then I came here.
GAP