At this point I don’t really want to leave. It was real weird and difficult for the first two or three weeks, but I could honestly go on like this for the rest of my life, or at least for a very long time. I have been working a lot on things I hadn’t touched in years. I have finished almost all of them. Dante’s here. I have a month’s supply of tea and coffee and no one tells me what to do. I don’t know man, it’s pretty cool.
Tonight I walked for about ten miles around my hometown. I went through the hospital parking lot to get to dark neighborhoods to get to Old Town . . . I walked to my old elementary school, passed a few cemeteries, looped around to the county courthouse, and then all the way home. I didn’t see a single person that whole time. It was great.
I’m flying to California next week. Dante and I are going to stay there for a little while. Then I have what I reckon you might call some plans. Man, I got nothing against California, but I don’t want to leave this place. I mean I’m living in a bizarre dimension where time doesn’t exist any longer, and I have no one to talk to except my cat and myself, but I’m having me a good old time and I don’t want that good old time to mutate into the same old damn thing I’ve always had.