PLaces

I have always been amazed by how people travel all over the world.. 
to the strangest places.. the farthest shores, and then somehow
return to thier homes. Thier one little refuge carved out and
designed just for them.
WE ARE THE ANIMAL THAT BUILDS ITS OWN CAGE AND HIDES IN IT.
Malls, factories, offices, friends homes, under bridges, behind
bushes always to return to our designated slot in the world machine.
I enjoy going to unusual places sometimes.. find inspiration in it.
Some strangers garage that he left open.. sleep there for a few hours.
Under some bleachers at a dark highschool at 4AM. A long sewage drain
10 feet under a construction site where a mall is being built.

Today i was helping lanzer install the network in the house, dragging 
wires up into the roof. I had to crawl into the deepest, darkest recesses
of the attic. Only 8" high.. squeezing through rafters so tight i had to 
exhale the air from my lungs to pass through. Through webs and dust
coughing from the grime stirred up in the air, I felt that feeling i get 
when i know im in a special place. the endless ironies of life 

Later at 1AM i decided to walk to Albertsons and buy an extension cord.
walking through puddles in the rain.. no cars in the road, abandon city
action :]  My shoes are old. They are worn out from agressive sk8ting
have these holes in the heels.. water wets the socks everytime i go out.
I cover the holes with duct tape triple lined, but that only lasts a 
few days. Outside Albertsons i noticed the Goodwill truck, walked up to 
it and see, sittin right there with some abandoned clothes, was a 
pair of skate shoes. O_O
Perfect condition, and only one size too big. Whoever wore them didnt
skate and must be really rich to throw out a awesome pair of shoes like 
these. Maybe there are miracles -_-
I thought of how i was staring at the new shoes in the mall but had no 
money.. looked at the new shoes in my hands and almost cried.
finished the mission and walked home in the rain. 
The guy at albertsons let me slide for being 50 cents short on the 
extension cord, after we shared some stories about mopping floors at night.

damn it feels good to be a gangster.

-L0cke                                         February 29, 2000