The Oxen are slow but the Earth is patient

An exhausting day of working out in the sun on this balmy late October Wednesday. Yard hustle. Climb roofs. Cut grass. Yank roots. Blow leaves (while pretending its a flame-thrower). Cut tree limbs. Lift heavy objects. Haul trash. Bust ass. Worked up a real sweat and a vicious thirst. And right now I feel... satisfied. The labor does for my body what writing does for my brain. A feeling of contented fatigue. Good money too. The only problem is it's only once every ten days. Anyway, yeah, I'll spare you the rest of my working-class hero bullshit. But as much as I hope to hear back about yesterday's interview, I really hope that one day soon I can find steady work doing what I did today. It's not glamorous or ambitious, but leaves me with what the Man in Black called a 'satisfied mind'. Alright, time for some comic book goodness before I pass out.

Terminus: I miss you most of all, my darling... when Autumn leaves start to fall

Crush of the Day:

“Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government!”

Things to do today... that I should've done ages ago!

Scenes from my real life

Tonight I rambled down to the 5 Spot with my buddy to catch the Villain Family. Great show. The band had this real rockabilly Appalachian gypsy jamboree vibe. Steel pedal. Stand-up bass. Banjo. Orgasmic wailing and angelic purring. The other two bands were pretty cool too. Powerkompany had this backwoods Cocteau Twins sound while Balthrop Alabama rocked a magnificent brass section. Much drinking and dancing ensued. Now I have a hankering to hear a bluegrass cover of Iggy Pop's 'Passenger'.