Not Everything Is Bigger There

Flint talks slowly and his words move like bumper cars, running into other words, constantly and abruptly moving his sentences in new directions. It stopped driving me crazy when I stopped being a passenger. Now I just sit here and type and watch people's expressions.

He peppers his speech with filler that means absolutely nothing in context,

"..if you will,"

"and what have you..."

Everything is 'fundamental,' like an orifice.

Sometimes he just ends his paragraph with something sudden, but superficially satisfying, albeit nonsensical...like,

"So, I guess that's good news," or,

"...I guess we'll just see where it goes from there..." or even,

"What time is it again?"

He's from Texas.

Comments

[Jorgen]

WTF, you cannot just delete your posts, you Anarchist.
Well this is what I was about to post, but I might just delete that to.
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I been stopping at CdA a couple of times and it looks like a great outdoorsy type of place, in a non REI way. When did you move to Boise? Anything that still keeps you there?
My latest “not the fucking big city” place is Baker City, sheep farm in the foot hills of Blue Mountains, yeah that would be good.
I thought the desert in the winter was nice, instant view gratification, no trees in the way.

I have those days to, and they suck because there is never a real solution. Drive back or jump on a plane, shitty thing is that the place is no longer there, you can never go back. It is gone just like our youth, fuck this is depressing. But sometimes a 400 mile trip makes for a very nice visit.

Jorgen

[katy]

Yeah...Deleted. I felt like it was tooooo Baby Sally whiny. NOT really in the tone of this blog...

But it was chickenshit to delete. Sorry.

CdA was the perfect place when I was growing up. It's changed...too many people now. Too many wealthy people have changed too much about it. I need a beautiful place with a grisely truth that keeps that sort of moneyed migration away. Maybe move there and then offer to house the lab-mutated human death flu virus in my refrigerator. Or someplace with soil so radioactive that we can see eachother's skeletons all the time...I don't care, I don't want to live forever. Just a few really great years someplace exceptionally privately, contagiously or cancer-causingly pretty.

I moved here to this area reluctantly years and years ago and then through a long story involving marriage and divorce and children and a monkey plus the biggest yarn ball this side of the biggest polyester cube...I was trapped here by law and then by loyalty...and now that has all changed, but I'm still not sure I'd leave.

And I do love the desert, also. I have good friends, etc.

Baker City is a place I have thought. Or Joseph. I love the Eagle Cap mountains.

I lied about the monkey and the yarn ball. Well, in a way they are both true - METAPHORICALLY.