The image of Lost Generation novelists pecking out their great American novels as they drink hard liquor straight from the bottle, comes to mind today as I auto-type today's entry. I just finished the first dark and stormy (my favorite rum cocktail) I've had since this tour began. Somehow drinking and suffering and working through that suffering by writing seems romantic to me. My creativity is romantic; it's loner-ish; lost: but it's mine.
Today a transformer blew up nearby and the power was out for a couple of hours. I went to Aroma for breakfast and got pelted by raindrops while the sun shown brightly, I chocked it up to Florida. Continuing north on Collins I stopped into the only commercial gym in Sunny Isles, took a tour and asked about employment opportunities for future reference. It's a spot I could work with and maybe I won't try to gig there.
I stopped into two liquor stores and neither had Gosling dark rum... Whisky Tango Foxtrot, Gosling!! So I didn't actually have a proper dark and stormy... I had a Malibu stormy, it was still good.
Every day I've been here I've been thinking about how I can earn enough money to eat and live without digging into my reserves; how I can thrive on my own terms by doing what I enjoy doing for a short period of time and then relocate and do something else or something similar. Opportunities abound.
I am actually better at starting and conceiving ideas than following through. I would rather think it up, get it going and move on to something else.
Not to reveal too much... to be honest I haven't thought that much about any single idea to reveal anything that could be considered too much.
Final stop on the Collins Ave. hike was the hotel where Stazja works. They really do love, as in appreciate, her there. I get props by extension, and that's fine with me. It's nice to know your kid speaks highly of you to her co-workers and managers.
It might be the walking in the hot sun and rain, or the drink I just had; either way I'm feeling like I need to take one of my 31 minute nods. Then back up to the hotel, chill and eat and probably walk my daughter home, if she doesn't catch a ride.
I don't want to get too excited about the future. Just prepared and my mindset properly adjusted so I can survive, enjoy myself and document it.
Cheers.
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