It is 12:17 PM Thursday afternoon here in the Dead Zone. I have thus far normal day in world history. I got up this morning around 5:40 AM with Carol and Ollie. So I got up to live out this day. I toasted frozen waffles for breakfast. After breakfast I messed with our main computer and then wrote in my paper diary.
Carol left this morning around 8:30 AM to go up North to spend the night with nurse friends at a friend's cabin. I spent the morning reading my books and writing in my paper diary. I also filmed a video this morning on what I have been reading lately.
I have no plans for the afternoon hours. I should take Ollie for a walk around the block this afternoon.
Last night I mainly read till I went to bed from a novel titled, 'Nicotine' by Nell Zink. I should finish reading today the novel 'Nicotine' so I can get ready to read Zink's novel 'Doxology'.
There is nothing pressing on my mind this afternoon. just the same old shit. This morning I read from these books when not wandering my cell-
'Doing Theology With The Reformers' by Gerald L. Bray
'Romans 1-8' New Testament VII Reformation Commentary On Scripture Edited By Gwenfair Walters Adams
Yesterday throughout the day I read from these books-
'Another Roadside Attraction' a novel by Tom Robbins
'Nicotine' a novel by Nell Zink
'Am I Alone Here? Notes On Living To Read and Reading To Live' essays by Peter Orner
Did I mention I got in the mail yesterday a book titled, 'A Second Mencken Chrestomathy' by H. L. Mencken Edited and with an introduction by Terry Teachout. I have been reading off and lately 'The Diary Of H. L. Mencken' Edited by Charles A. Fecher. I also started reading, 'Mencken: The American Iconoclast' biography by Marion Elizabeth Rodgers.
I will close to face what comes next. There is no way of escape.
In a heavy rain standing Off an old county road 'Side a high rolling river so swift There was a hitchhiking stranger Quite pale from the cold On a cane, tryin' to thumb down a lift Well, I pulled up beside him And let my window on down To the rain and the bone-chilling wind Said "You look awful worn In this late-winter storm Which way are you headed, my friend?"
"Right up to the spotlight Drinkin' all that Coke and gin And I'll be suit-wearin' man With gold in my hand If today doesn't do me in"
Behind a gas station counter Moving crates full of things That looked far too heavy for her There stood a girl with a frown Said, "Let me just set these down And I'll be right with you, sir" I said, "No hurry here Take all the time that you want" She said, "A little time and you just wait and see Oh, I'll be without a care When I finally get there" I said, "Miss, tell me where might that be"
"Right up to the spotlight Drinkin' all that Coke and gin And I'll be a dress-wearin' girl With the heels and the pearls If today doesn't do me in If today doesn't do me in"
Well, I got a head-full this morning Cuttin' out through the fog You know, I can't help but wonder what's left From every road that dead-ends To those old bitter men Passing time on the old courthouse steps And there's a feeling you get Not far from despair That sometimes sets in on your mind But if it's all that you've got You still set the clock And get up with a reason to climb
Right up to the spotlight Drinking all that coke and gin And I'll leave these shadows behind For a new peace of mind If today doesn't do me in If today doesn't do me in
Sometimes I don't know where This dirty road is taking me Sometimes I can't even see the reason why I guess I keep a-gamblin' Lots of booze and lots of ramblin' It's easier than just waitin' around to die
One time, friends, I had a ma I even had a pa He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried She told him to take care of me Headed down to Tennessee It's easier than just waitin' around to die
I came of age and I found a girl In a Tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine And hopped a train Seemed easier than just waitin' around to die
A friend said he knew Where some easy money was We robbed a man, and brother did we fly The posse caught up with me And dragged me back to Muskogee It's two long years I've been waitin' around to die
Now I'm out of prison I got me a friend at last He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie His name's Codine He's the nicest thing I've seen Together we're gonna wait around and die Together we're gonna wait around and die