pinnacle

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around seven in the evening my dad called while i was practicin on the violin. practicin my new irish capapbilities, that is. anyhow, the machine picked up right before i caught the phone, so the whole conversation was captured. this was cool because it was a typical set of fraternization between us, and i got to listen to it again. listening to my voice, recorded, is always weird for me, but it was cooler hearing it in reference to the dad.

this is only to preface the fact that he called back two hours later to ask me to check for any good shows in chicago. as i'm searching in google for his house of blues option, he apologizes for the fact that he should have brought me along, since his work-paid hotel room is big, his frequent flyer miles via work are with us air who is about to go bankrupt, and the fact that i've never been to chicago. oh yeah, and also, that thing where i'm just at home all day everyday. at least he realized he coulda and mentioned it.

that brings me to my point. livin at home. i think pags can identify, no doubt, and for sure i've only been stuck at home about three weeks so far — just to defend myself though i haven't had anything as sweet as that entertainment bunker that was his basement. but these three weeks have given me a massive appreciation of how much pags has gotta love his new place in the city.

basically, i only get out on the weekends. this involves a couple movies, hopefully, and one or two family restaurants. that is what i see of the world. coming from two years of indiana-jonesing-it in the north africa, this is beyond a nose-dive into an empty pool. i'm writing the memoir deal, which is good, and which is what i had wanted, but now the reality of stuck-at-homeness is sinkin in. if my parents hadn't moved from the place where i was born, i would have had bus service at this point. but they decided to move ten minutes further into the suburbs when i was a wee lad. so now i can't get around to any place.

the book has finally moved out of the stop and go first six months, well, almost, and will soon be getting into the more moody pop worthy stuff. but i don't see it bein done for another two months. i haven't gotten out to visit any of the people i said i was gonna visit, except for the dc people, half of who i didn't see while i was there.

going from indiana jones to kid stuck in the suburbs with his parents and no way to move around sucks. that's the point.

i feel like this time for me right now is a greater test than the two years in the morocco was, in many regards. cuz spidey whitey is messed all around right now, except for as far as black arrow is concerned.

peace