the escape pod is ready for launch
i may just ditch south philly
right before summer
for wildwood
a promise of a job
which couldnt be worse than the one i have now
the chane of venue to beach side
and now im a loser at the beach
instead of just another drunk on a block full of the
chock full of substance abusers and racists
i will flee to the sea
and worry about september in september
pay rent at the beach instead of in this place
this place that boils the balls off of me in the simmer
stuffy, ovenlike
my apartment in august is hot cottonballs in your mouth stuffy
i dring 2 gallons of beer never pee a drop
i sweat it all out, leaving puddles where i sit
this could be the start of my vagabond existence phase
always been a dream
whats keeping me in towne except laziness?
i know the beach suits me
its a mini adventure
getting ready for the big move to teach english in korea of vietnam
then where?
do some zen in japan on breaks from school
see if it really suits me to be alone with my thoughts
spend a couple years over on that side of the world
swing thru austrailia on the way back and visit relatives
become a world famous globetrotting bum
then costa rica and brazil
see the mayan ruins before the owners return
athen back home in time for the apocalypse
which will be the title of my travelougue
"home in time for the apocalypse"
or is "home for the apocalypse" a tighter title
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i mean really
people are always claiming im a smart guy
a smart guy would find a way to live at the beach again
if he was all that smart
yeah