the last days. . .
so its my last day in the big bad world of Texas, and I must say its been fun living here.
I find it pretty funny actually. You see I’m a little white kid from Ohio
and I’ll prolly always have that persona about me
but when you tell people you’re from “Texas” they all look at you the same way. . .
“Texas!” oh wow, . . . do u have to carry a gun when u go to the store?. . . “
I like to mess with them…
“yup, and then when I’m done I mount my horse named Silver and catch an armadillo for desert!”
Its funny. I don’t look Texan, and I’m not Texan. But the label is stuck. . .
anwho I’m all packed
I hope so.
I can’t believe that on my last day here it’s cloudy
I don’t think its been cloudy since Pancho Villa came through here
. . . no I’m wrong, it was when Billy the Kid was in town. . .
notice our dead palms. . . I think the one in the back is gonna make it
but that little one in the foregroud.
last time I”ll see these palm trees
and the last time I’ll look at this pool and say
“u know if only it wasn’t so gosh darn cold”
this is the last night I”ll sleep on not quite a bed. . .
… in a room that isn’t mine
and the last time (I’m excited about this one). . .
I have to clean up after a dust storm
the last time the neighbors dog will bark at me
(tripod isn’t out today)
hopefully he barked himself to death
I’m sorry was that mean?
my last load of laundry
and the last time I”ll use the living room as my closet. . .
I’m quite nostalgic today. . .
but I guess thats ok right
being my last day and all. . .