Wow, November 1st. Soon it’s going to be 2007. What a crazy futuristic date. When I turn sixty the year will be 2045. This isn’t the past, it’s not even the present. I’m living in the future. Cyborgs, hybrots, space weapons of all kinds, I’m going to see it all assuming I live that long.
November 1st and I’m happy. That’s just because I’ve eaten and I am always happy when my stomach is full. Before I ate I was unhappy. Very unhappy.
Those damn trick-or-treaters. A lot came to the door this year, and by a lot I mean more than ten. Last year there was around two. The year before that there were none.
They depress me because they have a present that is a past I can never ever get back. Never mind that I never really enjoyed trick-or-treating, many was the year where I would freeze in some uncomfortable costume that I couldn’t see out of. I went as a barrel of toxic waste one year. I got the idea from a Calvin and Hobbes strip. That was a truly uncomfortable costume. Impossible to move in.
Why do I want to go back to a time when I was miserable? Childhood sucked. I never got along with anybody in school. I was that weird kid who wanted to be left alone.
So why go back? Why do I miss my childhood?
Damned if I know. The present is pretty neat. Yesterday I got a lot done. I finished editing the second chapter of Kira, Kira, and I finished a rough draft of a short story, I drew up a plot for what could be a pretty good novel if I don’t fuck it up with my clumsy pen, and I worked a bit on a movie script that I’d only been toying around with before. I felt happy. If it wasn’t for those blasted kids I would have been happy all day.
Things from October:
My brother says that one of his friends was propositioned for sex by a tranny. I asked him if the friend said yes and my brother said no.
futilelord tells me that the place he works is haunted. So many places in Albuquerque have ghosts in them. My mom says that there was a ghost in her old school. That’s the Southwest for you. I once saw a ghost in a canyon...
I ran into an old girlfriend, Ashley the Depressed. She told me that she’s doing better now and is working at a shoe store in the mall. She says that she’s got a boyfriend and that they’re engaged. It’s a wacky world.
For my art appreciation class I have to go to a gallery and write an essay on a piece that I find there. Second to last time I went to a gallery I was very-very-very drunk. This was before I was of age and I was desperately trying to hide how drunk I was from the attendant, who probably didn’t care.
I overheard this snippet while at a restaurant: “Dude, I can’t believe you don’t remember that! It was when we were smoking pot and—.” Shit, bro, I think I found the missing variable in that equation.
My dog nearly caught a two-headed bird in the backyard. I got it away from him but was so startled when I saw the second head that I let it get away. Or was that the month before?
I have just finished reading the web comic megatokyo for start to present and I enjoyed it thoroughly. Largo is fucking insane, it’s great.
I went to see Rudolfo Anaya at Bookworks, a small bookstore in Albuquerque. He is a well-spoken elderly Hispanic gentleman with a kind of deep humanity offset by a childlike playfulness. It’s hard to read a person from a brief encounter but he appears to be one of the nicest men I have ever had the pleasure of hearing speak. He read a rough draft of a poem he is writing and talked about his new book.
And that’s all that happened to me in October. Take care all y’all.