Back Home Again In Indiana?

Back Home Again In Indiana?

06.18.05 (8:38 am)   [edit]
I got the apartment keys last night.

Wow. This is where I live. Well, *there* is. Back in Indianapolis. I just drove from there back to Cincy this morning. No internet connection there, and probably won't have one at home for a while, so I'm just doing the library thing for now. I haven't spent much time online lately, and don't really intend to for a while. Just some quick stuff here and there. I'm much better focused without it, to be honest. Oh, someday. Shit, I might even do it soon. you know how erratic I am.

I really like the place. The location was key. As far southeast as reasonable, as close to I-74 as possible. I think I nailed it. I can zip down Thompson Rd. (believe it or not, Hunter Rd. is just north of there) and be at 74 in a few minutes, and be heading south to Cincy to see Katie. Can make it there in about an hour and 45. I'm one mile from a major road with lots of food and shopping. Hell, there's a music store and a Thai place in the same center. If the teaching gig in Greenwood goes under, maybe I'll try this place, and get a bike. Bike to work? Fuck, I like that idea.

It's a nice place, and seems to be a nice neighborhood. It looks like it's just starting to be developed up, which is cool, but I hope they don't do it too fast. I like being on what feels like the very edge of town.

Dad helped me move things yesterday, and Sheryl let me take a twin bed, an office chair and an end table in addition to my other stuff. I inaugurated the place with Keneally music, The Universe Will Provide. Seems appropriate. I listened to Mikey conjure up new worlds while unloading stuff into the kitchen and bathroom. (And yes, I took a MASSIVE shit as another way of marking my new territory, so to speak. I took about 6 shits yesterday, and they were ALL A DIFFERENT COLOR. One came out like some hellish antedeluvian mix of cottage cheese and motor oil. What the fuck did I eat? Those cheap-ass VP deli sandwiches are worse than I thought, I guess. I think I'll re-write that classic H.P. Lovecraft story and call it The Colour Out Of Douglas. THAT'LL make your Massachussettes farm turn all gray and crumble into nothingness.

Well, I'm in Cincy right now. Going off for Thai food (hey, I wanna see new colors) then to load up the car with more of my stuff and see Katie's dance recital. Sheryl took some WONDERFUL pictures, go check out the slideshow on her blog. (almsthvn)

Then I drive like fuck to the apartment, unload, load my amp back up, and drive to Anderson to play with my northern band tonight. Oh, did I tell the story yet about the band in Cincy last week? THAT'S a fun story. It involves a jailed guitarist, a psychotic wife (not mine, she's fine), a pissed-off drummer, a crackhead singer, FOUR HUNDRED MILLION beautiful 22 year-old girls, and a lot of Amber Bock. And ends with me getting drunk in a Motel 6, jacking off to Christian television. Remind me to tell it all sometime.

By the way, the temp agency got me my check, but sent me to a job where no boss showed up. I transferred to the office across town. Fuck King Asshole, that guy deserves seven layers of multi-colored shit on his head. The other office seems (God, I hope, anyway) to have their shit together better, and I start ANOTHER new job Monday. Luckilly, I paid for the rest of this month's rent and can now pay for July's when I get back home this afternoon. So that's good.

Jukka, you sexy Finn, great to hear from you!

Love,
Dougie