After 20 days in near solitary confinement, I returned to Casa De Lopez to pack the last of my belongings. The home was empty, a blessing and a curse. Sometimes when you feel this down and lonely you just have to throw yourself a pity party.
Smuggling 2 gallons of moonshine, minus what we drank.
I’ve got my 20 iTunes songs on a loop and cranked on my bran spankin almost new Macbook pro and were going muppet the fuck out, pack our shit, steal the cat and split. The boat needs painting sorting and launching. I have a few days freedom to get my use out of this place till its back to Bellingham to sell Dora Rose and with any luck launch on or before April 2nd my three year anniversary with Sookie.
Chloe doing the Alligator.
Out is a bottle of wine, a cutting board topped with cheese, salami, crackers, and a beautiful apple. Perhaps I should shave my face and head while I’m at it, I’m beginning to like Grizzle Adams these days, some girl on the ferry asked me if I was hippie. Excuse me if I shed a few tears but transition while easy for me physically is always difficult mentally. When I wake up with a whopping hang over it will be my reminder that Sookie needs some love.
“I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.” ~Marilyn Monroe