July 6, 2020
I just finished John Fante's 1933 Was A Bad Year. Reading it made me realize I can't write. Not with emotional impact like that anyhow. That book has it all. At 17, Dominic Molise tries to fuck his best friend's sister, he steals tools from his dad, and believes he'll be a rich southpaw pitcher within six months
Caroline and I are just back from Martinez. I went into the Amtrak station there and asked the lady how far east it went
She said "Chicago."
I said "How long does it take, two and a half days?"
She said " That's right, two and a half days."
"Does this train go as far south as L.A.?"
"Yes"
"How long does it take?"
"6 hours or 12 hours, depending."
"Depending on what?"
"If you want to take a bus from Bakersfield it's six hours."
"How far north does it go?"
"Seattle"
She watched me pacin' around. I finally said
"Yeah, I'm thinkin' about just getting on a train and taking off."
She said "Yeah, well, there are a lot of people doing that right now"
I was just checking it out. Thinking out loud. She didn't seem to mind
Caroline and I were the only people in there besides a kid sitting on floor looking at his Iphone. He looked like he hadn't washed his hair or cut it in a year
I don't know what to read now. I'm going to open Henry Miller's Moloch, see how it makes me feel. But nothing makes me laugh like John Fante but I don't have any of his other books here with me right now
I just watched a little news. There were fires today. One in Gilroy. One in Fairfield. And one right under the George Miller bridge at 2 pm. It looks like things are heating up over a confederate monument in Downtown Shreveport
Came home from six days of bein' away
Checked on the dove who'd been outside my bedroom window
Protectin' her eggs
This last time I peeked she was gone
And there were her two little fuzzy ones
This past month the dove's nest comforted me
Like a guardian angel the mother dove protected me
Have been so down this year, out of work, no work in sight
And now its July and for some reason I just came home feeling
Full of life
So full of life I picked up John Fante's Full of Life
At City Lights on Columbus
Ah they might have to change name of the street
Because as of late Christopher Columbus is gettin' a lotta heat
I gotta ask you
People burnin' down statues
Yeah I gotta ask you
Did you knock down that statue
Just after cashin' the check
The Donald Trump wrote you
I don't get you
You go knockin' down statues
Well maybe I'd join you
But I got somethin' better to do
For in this song I might just take the opportunity to knock down you
And if I may, whoever this song is speakin' to
May I suggest that your great great great great grandaddy
Probably ain't no better than that man who got the plaque or the statue
Like said I said, I came home walked in the door, full of life
So full of life, full of optimism, knowin' everythings' gonna be alright
Like said I said, I came home walked in the door, full of life
So full of life, full of optimism, knowin' everything' gonna be alright
I just finished John Fante's 1933 Was A Bad Year. Reading it made me realize I can't write. Not with emotional impact like that anyhow. That book has it all. At 17, Dominic Molise tries to fuck his best friend's sister, he steals tools from his dad, and believes he'll be a rich southpaw pitcher within six months
Caroline and I are just back from Martinez. I went into the Amtrak station there and asked the lady how far east it went
She said "Chicago."
I said "How long does it take, two and a half days?"
She said " That's right, two and a half days."
"Does this train go as far south as L.A.?"
"Yes"
"How long does it take?"
"6 hours or 12 hours, depending."
"Depending on what?"
"If you want to take a bus from Bakersfield it's six hours."
"How far north does it go?"
"Seattle"
She watched me pacin' around. I finally said
"Yeah, I'm thinkin' about just getting on a train and taking off."
She said "Yeah, well, there are a lot of people doing that right now"
I was just checking it out. Thinking out loud. She didn't seem to mind
Caroline and I were the only people in there besides a kid sitting on floor looking at his Iphone. He looked like he hadn't washed his hair or cut it in a year
I don't know what to read now. I'm going to open Henry Miller's Moloch, see how it makes me feel. But nothing makes me laugh like John Fante but I don't have any of his other books here with me right now
I just watched a little news. There were fires today. One in Gilroy. One in Fairfield. And one right under the George Miller bridge at 2 pm. It looks like things are heating up over a confederate monument in Downtown Shreveport
Came home from six days of bein' away
Checked on the dove who'd been outside my bedroom window
Protectin' her eggs
This last time I peeked she was gone
And there were her two little fuzzy ones
This past month the dove's nest comforted me
Like a guardian angel the mother dove protected me
Have been so down this year, out of work, no work in sight
And now its July and for some reason I just came home feeling
Full of life
So full of life I picked up John Fante's Full of Life
At City Lights on Columbus
Ah they might have to change name of the street
Because as of late Christopher Columbus is gettin' a lotta heat
I gotta ask you
People burnin' down statues
Yeah I gotta ask you
Did you knock down that statue
Just after cashin' the check
The Donald Trump wrote you
I don't get you
You go knockin' down statues
Well maybe I'd join you
But I got somethin' better to do
For in this song I might just take the opportunity to knock down you
And if I may, whoever this song is speakin' to
May I suggest that your great great great great grandaddy
Probably ain't no better than that man who got the plaque or the statue
Like said I said, I came home walked in the door, full of life
So full of life, full of optimism, knowin' everythings' gonna be alright
Like said I said, I came home walked in the door, full of life
So full of life, full of optimism, knowin' everything' gonna be alright
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