After a long time of planning, and an even longer time of waiting, I finally got my first half sleeve finished saturday.
I also had another one of those pleasantly queer weekends.
I'm halfway done with the new Vonnegut. Really good so far. Start on a really powerful point with the letter he wrote to his parents about his capture and imprisonment in Dresden. You've read about it over and over in his novels, mainly Slaughterhouse Five. You almost forget that he really lived it. I also love how his son talked about anything that Kurt said or wrote, even though it seemed quick, was well thought out, and went over and over again in his head. He would write a sentence and repeat it to himself over and over, then go on, or tear the paper out of the typewriter and trash it.
So I just found out from my cousin that there's an article in Entertainment about a documentary coming out about Hunter S. Thompson. He made it a point to stress that it won't be something loved by fans because it won't portray his suicide in a heroic fashion. I have yet to meet anyone that loves his writing to think it was heroic. If they're anything like me, they're pissed about it, and will be left wanton of more of his writing. I don't think there's anything he did that I would call heroic. I will say that I admire his talent and the fact that he was who he was, and didn't care what anyone else thought. He didn't go through the rehab bullshit just to make people love him. We all know that everyone loves a good fucking redemption story. He needed no redemption.
Redemption is just another high before the next low.
I spent today taking my uncle grocery shopping, and also checking out Gander Mountain.
I could spend hours and a few hundred dollars in there. Today I just spent a little over $200 there. Got a nice new pair of work boots, a nice multi-tool knife, and a replaceable razor blade knife. I must go back for some fishing tackle. I also must go fishing within the next couple of weeks, or else I will go insane.
I don't think insanity is that far fetched at this point. There's a select few things that keep me walking the line. If any of them were to go askew, I'm sure my mind would follow.
I'll enjoy the homeostasis for now.
This time last year if someone would have told me that I would've worked a 77 hour week, got a new tattoo, and then got to hang out with a girl you're crazy about, doing something you both enjoy, and had a completely peaceful and fun night together, I would've kicked them in the nuts and told them not to tease me like that.
Well I've enjoyed this said scenario for almost 5 months now.
Content is the word.
Well actually that's the word along with hopeful, atonement, sanity, joy, laughter, excitement, beautiful, connection, etc...
buy a thesaurus, you get the hint.
I'll end on that note, like all my weeks lately have ended.
Happy.
JW