In a week I'll be in Des Moines, where it all started on that all-important morning of December 4th, 1981. No doubt I'll be knee-deep in some sort of pasta product, running in circles with my niece and waxing worldly with my family about the wonders of the Orient. And broke. Ahh...
It's Saturday afternoon, and after declining the Omija Festival with a group of rogues, I'm here in my ever emptying apartment, trying to make the economical choice of what to keep, what to throw away, what to donate and what to hide in a box and leave for some poor, unsuspecting waygookin. I finished 1984 finally and I was less impressed than I thought I'd be. But after 3 starts, I'm elated to have for once reached the finish. Now I have Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ahead of me, but I'm only mildly interested in that. Shoulda picked something more genuinely interesting. Oh well. Nothing a few handfuls of Korean's version of NyQuil can't fix for the 15 hour odyssey I face this coming Friday.
As stated, I will be next to broke when I arrive in the states. More specifically, I'll have some money, but zero prospects as to how to make more. Aye aye aye. Entry-Level-Rich Resumé, don't fail me now! At least I've got my bike, my stilts, my bevy of framed drawings and a place to stay. That's a start, aint it? 'Tis, Walt. 'Tis.
Okay, see y'all when I'm there.
LOVE!
-LS^2
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