"Never have I seen a man look so single, so utterly alone and alive and confident of the future as Roy Hamilton looked when he said goodbye." - Henry Miller
My work schedule has rendered me no time for blogging until tomorrow, but I've been re-reading some passages from Miller's "Tropic Of Capricorn" before I have to be back on the time clock this afternoon and the line above has been stuck in my head.
Last night I closed the bar alone and as I rolled bags of trash down a deserted Sunday night Cary Street at 2:30 AM, I looked up at the city skyline, still lit up by tacky Christmas lights, and I felt something really strange.
I felt eerily alone, and for whatever reason I felt incredibly peaceful. A serenity I haven't felt in a while came over me and I had a goofy smile as I walked back up the hill to the bar. I've always thought something good was coming down the pipe but last night I really felt something. I can't explain any of this of course, I'm just gonna keep pushing and see what happens.
...last but certainly not least, anal sex!!! If I don't mention it at least once a post my readership will drop by about 85 percent for the week.
"In the cab I leaned back and lit a small cigar I'd bought in the coffee shop. I was feeling better now, warm and sleepy and absolutely free. With the palms zipping past and the big sun burning down on the road ahead, I had a flash of something I hadn't felt since my first months in Europe - a mixture of ignorance and a loose, "what the hell" kind of confidence that comes on a man when the wind picks up and he begins to move in a hard straight line towards an unknown horizon." - Hunter S. Thompson "The Rum Diary"