My life is about to hit a speed bump. it's 30 degrees colder than it was yesterday. Mother nature knows of my rebellion. I think I'll try to make myself feel different for tonight only. tonight I'll change the game plan. Criminal masterminds have to do that. Their freedom depends on it. Tonight you rob a liquor store, tomorrow you shoot a business man from a rooftop, lay low for a few weeks, move to a new city, pay cash for your hotel room then knock off the coffee shop on the corner. Tonight my eyes will dance with a brilliant fire. Not unlike a child's eyes on Christmas morning, eyes the size of sweet sixteen donuts.

I have to be completely ready for the next few days, but how does one prepare for time alone? I see this speed bump in the distance. The yellow paint is worn from years of inconvenience to lead -footed drivers. But it's there, and if i don't pay attention it may fuck up my shocks. Already faced with a few new ghosts. Probably making terrible decisions even before this new time alone. I don't know why i feel so light-hearted. So at ease with this situation. I guess i am setting myself up for a very selfish thing. distance. It can poison a heart. Taint the juice sprayed bib of the fat man gnawing the last bit of meat off the bone. Even if the bone was bare to begin with....

I like the imagery of what i just vomited onto the page. But, let's face it, it really made no sense at all..