me and the monkey
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i've been here in the ancestral homeland for a week and a half now. st. gabriel, la is a funny little wide spot. i enjoy it. i hang out wth
torygraf's grandparents, whose combined age is 185 years old. i go to the struggling little store owned by the nice Vietnamese couple.
brad and i watch movies- he's been on a Hammer Films kick, and i remember most of them from when they were new - and they are still just as cheesy (in a good way) as they were 40 years ago.
i've been a bit out of touch with the world. tory and i got all up in brad's ass (my gracious host and ersatz brother in law) and got DSL connected to his house (the house tory's great grandfather built n 1896) but when t comes to the common cellphone, it gets weird.
imagine you're in a dark room. there is a monkey in the room with a flashlight. the only time you can see the outside world (make or receive a call or text) is when the monkey shines the flashlight on you. the st. gabriel monkey drinks a lot. i can be sitting at the table on the porch, and see the green light blinking on my crackberry - means i have a signal. if i move it 1 freakin inch it's gone. randomly, after a day of nothing, i'll get a dozen texts and voice mails. when i want to text/email someone, i'll type it up and put my finger on the send button. then i'll slowly walk around the house like i was dowsing for water until the green light comes on - i'll freeze and hit send.
you must pay the monkey or the monkey will pee on you
this coming week i'm off to mississippi to see one of my sisters for an overnighter, then up to north baton rouge to spend the night with an old friens and my goddaughter, then friday tory flies down from sea-town and we'll go see danny in the krewe of sparta and fart around n the quarter for the weekend. as soon asi hear back from my other sister who lives north of baton rouge (if the monkey lets the text through) i'll be invading her space too. then it's time to head back north.
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brad and i watch movies- he's been on a Hammer Films kick, and i remember most of them from when they were new - and they are still just as cheesy (in a good way) as they were 40 years ago.
i've been a bit out of touch with the world. tory and i got all up in brad's ass (my gracious host and ersatz brother in law) and got DSL connected to his house (the house tory's great grandfather built n 1896) but when t comes to the common cellphone, it gets weird.
imagine you're in a dark room. there is a monkey in the room with a flashlight. the only time you can see the outside world (make or receive a call or text) is when the monkey shines the flashlight on you. the st. gabriel monkey drinks a lot. i can be sitting at the table on the porch, and see the green light blinking on my crackberry - means i have a signal. if i move it 1 freakin inch it's gone. randomly, after a day of nothing, i'll get a dozen texts and voice mails. when i want to text/email someone, i'll type it up and put my finger on the send button. then i'll slowly walk around the house like i was dowsing for water until the green light comes on - i'll freeze and hit send.
you must pay the monkey or the monkey will pee on you
this coming week i'm off to mississippi to see one of my sisters for an overnighter, then up to north baton rouge to spend the night with an old friens and my goddaughter, then friday tory flies down from sea-town and we'll go see danny in the krewe of sparta and fart around n the quarter for the weekend. as soon asi hear back from my other sister who lives north of baton rouge (if the monkey lets the text through) i'll be invading her space too. then it's time to head back north.
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