Remarried to the Road

It's been a while since I last wrote anything meaningful. The exhaustion from the work of the chase has finally caught up to me on these past couple days. Maybe weeks? Months? I can't tell. I'm always tired now and being stuck in one place really doesn't brighten anything up. I don't know what it is. The time is going by faster than it ever has and I find myself again being vain, forgetful and uninspired. For the first time in months I am back to a place that I fell in love with a long time ago; the road.

I caught a downtown bus going to the airport - the bus depot, rather, at 8:30 this morning looking forward to leaving this town and everyone else in it, albeit for only a weekend. I only wish circumstance would have given me a happier motive to leave this place.

It had taken me a while to get my ticket information settled but in the mean time I managed to bum a smoke from a friendly bus patron. Mostly everyone on the bus that I have encountered are from Ontario as I've gotten to hear some of their stories and reasons about why they're leaving the places where they came from.

For the first time in a really long time I am inspired. Hearing the story of a couple about how they hitch-hiked from Toronto to get stranded in Thunder Bay and having the help from strangers really warmed me back up to the idea of people being, you know, nice.

I have a six hour ride ahead of me as I am in the public library in "Downtown" Brandon just finishing the homemade balogna sandwich I made for myself this morning. I only one dollar in my pocket but God damn, that one dollar is going to take me further than any of my poor attempts at finding something meaningful back home.

I've had so many opportunities that I've worked hard for end up at nothing more than wishful thinking. Tonight - this weekend would have been an eventful one. A birthday party, a wedding, and a chance to finally start writing my own songs have been shelved until next. For this one, I am facing another familiar face; death.

Five years is a really long time.

It's been a while since I've seen this family and having them go through this isn't going to be any easier than the last. Perhaps this weekend will be a good one. A healing one. I really don't know. I'm just glad I get the chance to stray away from "Home" and to the grace of people where I am not indebted and lead on.

Again I find myself running from one shit-end to the next, but I couldn't be any more inspired. I'll write more when I get the chance.