The post traumatic confusion of moving far & moving fast is beginning to fade...

posted by jeremy on September 18, 2005

Its been an amazingly surreal month & I've pretty much forgotten what normal is by this point. I guess where-ever I end up at emotionally & physically is just going to have to pass as 'normal' & hey, fuck it, I'm cool with that. Things are moving on, for me, for friends, for everybody. Life seems static right up until it isn't.

Today is my sweet friend Deb's last night in town. Tomorrow morning she is off to France to teach english for nearly the next year. It's a bittersweet thing. I'll miss her deeply but I'm also glad she's escaping this sleepy little clusterfuck of cliqued-out hipsterdom. It'll be a good if lonely adventure for her badass waif-self. Last night was her 20 12-pack going-away party. It was a happy affair, good to the bone... (minus me having to tell tales about New Orleans to nearly every single motherfucker who happened to show up. Thanks to all who had the consideration not to ask me any questions just yet, much appreciated.)

But Deb-o-Deb, I love you, happy contrails & hey cowgirl, bonne chance. I know you'll do fine.

In other news, FEMA still hasn't coughed up any money for me. I'm poor. Yay! Any donations are tax deductible and kindly accepted. Thank you for your support.