23 October 2012
A Small PLace Just Like Earth
My world is mostly a small place just like Earth.
My world is my neighbourhood - the places my dog and I can walk to that are close enough that I do not need to stop for a beer before we return home.
My extended world is the places we walk where I will stop for a beer or a shot from my flask before we get home. My extended world provides quite a bit of variety for the both of us. Unfamiliar shit and piss for the Hammer to smell, roll in or eat; the broad tranquilized landscape of the motherfucking suburbs I am so comfortable in.
It is into other people worlds we enter when we have to take a car to get to them. The river, all but the closest mountains, my trusty barber, the fucking liquor store. We might as well be visiting a foreign country when we go to those places. A very dangerous foreign country. Cops, crackheads, all sorts of people who are not right.
Nothing wrong with staying close to home. Sonja, the Strangler and I chose our neighbourhood well. Home is where the beer is, after all.