In my last post I mentioned how I’m court-ordered to take a class and was scheduled to work at the same time. I talked to my p.o. this morning and he said to talk to the guy who runs the class, Ernie. Well, Ernie didn’t text me back. Not surprising, nobody seems to respond to me these days. I’m going to have to just move on and pretend that all is fine.
I’m making a habit of stopping into Espresso Bay to get a coffee and read a few chapters of my book an hour before work every day. There are some things that irk me about Espresso Bay— their coffee is over-priced, they’re taking advantage of people’s ignorance with the whole CBD gimmick, and their walls are covered in mediocre art— but they do have their merits. A warm fire, comfortable leather couches, and kind, humble staff. I’d rather go to The Brew but if you go back and read my post, Not Where I’m Supposed To Be II, you’ll find why I can’t go back there until I’m out of this stupid transition house. Essentially, the problem is that The Brew serves alcohol and the director of the house frequents there and I run the risk of getting kicked out and thrown in jail. In any case, Espresso Bay is a perfectly good place to read for an hour and I don’t think they’d mind if I didn’t buy something every single day.
I got my pair of black Urban Ears Plattan 2 headphones from Amazon today. They came with a cool poster that I’m going to give to my mother to file away in the basement on top of a pile of shit left over from when I lived with them. I bought a pair of these headphones in Telluride when I left Traverse City back in 2015 to escape the wrath of the courts. I drunkenly broke into my aunt’s house and left a trail of blood through her dining room while she was in Mexico. Her husband decided to press charges. So I left town. I’d worked as a photographer at the ski resort in Telluride about a year earlier so naturally that’s the first town I thought to go to. I had several thousand dollars at the time that I planned to live off of until I found a job. Well, I didn’t find a job, spent most of my days at the exquisite Wilkinson Public Library watching independent films previously featured in the Telluride Film Festival on my MacBook, smoking weed, going to the bar, and eventually I ended up sleeping in the woods, in a church, and at some pot heads’ house in a nearby village. I don’t remember where I lost the headphones. I remember I did end up selling the MacBook in a subway station in Hollywood, California. I don’t remember if that was before or after I slept on the roof of The Comedy Store on Sunset Blvd.
The only real medical abnormality I have is my baby teeth’s stubbornness to come out. Until this afternoon when my last one came out in two pieces!