Den of the Cyphered Wolf

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Right Here Right Now

The days were starting to warm up and congress was starting to fuck up, but hey what's new people. It was 2011, April. A few months after graduating, I was still living with my folks, not a job in sight. I had done a few odd jobs and had just enough cash to pay my bills for May. I was also working on a blog, of course like the rest of the universe trying to do stuff on the internet I had no idea how to make it pay. I was just grasping at straws, trying to see what worked and what didn't, a few random ideas swirling around my head.

With it warming up I was thinking about heading out. Problem with winter is there aren't any people out, especially in Detroit. It's a sore sight. I figured it would be good to get out and see the sun again. Anyway tomorrow was the day of two city council meetings. They normally only had one but things were weird. I hadn't looked at the agendas yet but there was a lot going on. A local millage election was going to be held on the third and I had only half-assed paid any attention to it. I had technically registered to vote, but I was wondering if ethically I actually should vote on this one. Since I didn't have a job, I didn't pay taxes so would it be fair for me to weigh in on that kind of thing. All hell screw it.

It was an Easter Sunday morning. I was trying to think of things to write about. I had a few ideas, but wasn't in a mood to deal with any of them. Mostly because I wanted to listen to music while writing and the research on those two things would take me from it. Mainly I wanted to write a music review of an album I wasn't in the mood and figured I should give it another listen before I write about it. I also should have recorded some audio for something else.

While rocking to the Dead Kennedys' rendition of Viva Las Vegas I couldn't shake the feeling that I had forgotten something. Ah screw it. If it was important it would bite me in the ass soon enough and I would figure it out. I needed to find something to do. I thought to myself maybe I should work on the fiction. I had been working on a story game. I always said I was almost done with it, but the truth was that I had lost the story. I had reached a part where I knew what should happen, but not how to right it. Maybe it was time I picked up my other stories or started new ones.

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