Monday, January 09, 2006

fly, pigeon, fly


between our economic and neighborhood troubles, the wife and i are ready to chuck it. not sure what that would entail, but stay tuned. once we set our mind to something, it usually comes to pass. we're going to keep trying of course, but it's time for where we live to start giving back.

when we forked over our life savings for a house we could barely afford, i didn't expect it to be next to a(n alleged) whore/crack house. but that just shows what our life savings came to. now we're living with expenses cut to the bone and still not able to pay all our bills. i still have a student loan for cripes' sake.

but the thing that really got me thinking was a recent stabbing in the city, which was infamous for occurring near moby's tea shop. apparently people where just walking over the body and ordering lattes while this corpse was still there. i mean, as a sensitive artist type i could use some toughening up, but i don't want to become desensitizing to the suffering of others. this is too extreme and i don't want this to happen to me.

maybe it's time to stop playing the great american success dream and looks for the things that would give my life meaning. spending time with my family, improving as a person and expressing myself creatively. how hard can that be?


the soundtrack of my life

echo and the bunnymen
joy division
pink floyd (the awkward post syd, pre dark side period)

2 Comments:

Blogger paintergirl said...

Oh..it's a whore/crackhouse. I couldn't put those two together for some reason. When i rule the world melvin...

7:17 AM  
Blogger Rose said...

It's hard to contemplate that scenario where people were walking over the body ordering coffees. How do people get this way. I can't imagine it, I just can't; having a heart that's turned to stone.

By the way - just downloaded the Echo and the Bunnymen Peel Sessions. You want? Next package (which is rapidly growing).

And the whore/crackhouse - just don't know how that must feel. Pretty damned depressing I am guessing. Raw and nasty. I'm learning the fine art of detachment at the moment - I imagine it would help in such a situation.

3:22 PM  

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