random thoughts from the road

I'm sitting on a porch swing in Geneseo, Illinois.

It's 72 degrees, the crickets are chirping, and the wind chime is singing a sweet song. There's no traffic, there's no honking horns, or crowding. Hell, there's no people.

Tonight I got drunk with my aunt and my mom. We went to a karaoke bar, and heard locals belt out Janis Joplin. We drove around town, and shot the shit.

Now I'm toasty, sitting and enjoying my own little piece of heaven. People from California who know nothing about the rest of the country sit in their crowded little lemming holes and talk shit about the midwest.

Tomorrow I'm going to sign closing papers on my little rental duplex here. I'm gonna party with my family and celebrate. Three generations of Coziahrs are going to spend Saturday painting and fixing up my house before I return to the hellhole of California that I'm stuck in for now.

You people have no idea what you're missing.

Yes, this is a nonsensical drunken late night post. Move along.

It's time for me to finish my smoke, and finish my beer, say goodnight to the crickets, and pass out.