i did go home, to change shoes.

then i headed north.

ok, so i dont know if i headed north or not, it just sounded right.

i had ten dollars on me, i was trying to decide whether or not i should buy a book (nothing in particular) or supper.

i chose a book. cept, CEPT, the place i was going i thought was possibly closing (it was 10 pm)

(this is a parenthetic entry (can you tell?))

so i went for food, next. went to sonics, ordered a chicken tender meal, medium mello yello. girl came out, figured hell, let her keep my ten.

then i decided i wanted to listen to van morrison as i ate, and i wanted to listen in a park with a creek.

ie, i wanted to eat in the porn park.

except this city doesnt have a porn park. or, if it does, i am not aware of it.

so i went to the closest thing to a porn park here. i went to walmarts.

i ate there, in the car, singing along to moondance, with you, my love. and brown eyed girl.

as i was finishing i realized. my old elementary school. that's almost a porn park.

i finished and started to drive away.

i did drive north, that time.

i let out a mighty mighty belch.

did some thinking today.

i didnt get to wear my bowtie. i was kind of let down, because i had shiny black shoes, and i was ready for my bowtie.

i would have looked damn spiffy.

it's, uh, an hour to my birthday.

and my feet are peeling, and black, from my black socks.

11 hours of work isn't bad, but i think i could work 18 and still not be happy with how much i worked. couldnt hold my head up without wavering.

i dont know. guess it comes from having hard working people around you when youre growing up.

and the girl.

ill take the dirt road, its all i know. ive been walking it for years, its gone where i need to go. it aint easy, it aint sposed to be. so ill take my time, life wont pass me by, cause its right there to find. on the dirt road.

but, yeah, the girl. she does so much and i. i dont.