There's a place in my heart you may just see...
that lacks the fear that's in all the rest of me.
I awoke and went to work, only to find that my boss had not scheduled me for the day. A freedom unearned but joyfully welcomed. I drove my scooter....name of Babykin...
around the whole city, fresh with the air and the taste of life. I stopped at the first place I'd ever lived in...sharing an apartmet with my friend Kate and her girlfriend. It was here that I sat on the steps and tried not to smoke.
I lived with them for about 4 months. I eventually moved into this apartment complex, overpriced as it was, because I didn't know any better. I lived there for a year, until I knew better. I spent many nights hanging out on the front stoop...smoking.
A lot.
But I spent most of my time here...
At my favorite coffee shop.
Three Friends
Then I moved into a room in this house that a man named Josh lived in. I'd met him at a potluck, and found out he had an extra room. He liked me because I told a lot of jokes. He and I lived with a few different roomates over the year I lived here. I spent a lot of nights out back. Smoking. And drinking wine.
A lot.
Then I moved here...to the Rex-Arms. I spent a year here, four months or so of which I lived with my friend Heidi. Eight months of which I was a social worker, drowning in anxiety.
My apartment was...
Up there.
My anxiety was...
In this head here.
Now I live in an apartment that is not worthy of note. I move home in two months, and there it is. 4 years and all I got was a coupla cool t-shirts. :)
Bye-Bye
