Tale Of Two Cities

First Day Back

Good To Sleep In My Own Bed
(far left yard)

The first day back in Mobile started with my hopping off the train which was chronicalled in yesterday's post.
Upon waking in the morning, I found that the day's itinerary was neatly laid in front of me, and didn't take me by the beer store at all. I removed the bag of dirty laundry and a couple books from my pack, thus lightening it.
I then walked to a spot where I used to sleep almost a year ago. I hung the bag out of sight in the holly bushes.
Then, I walked to pick the ashtray at the RSA Tower, where the federal employees have their smoking area. Then, across the street to Pollman's Bakery, where I was able to obtain a cup of coffee for just the remaining 90 cents on my food card.
Sipping coffee and re-rolling cigarettes, I made my way up Dauphine street. I was greeted warmly by some people who seem to have missed me, the past two weeks.
I then blogged yesterday's post.
I went to spend my last dollar on a beer, before sitting down to play at the acoustically superior spot, but not before running into Israel and his new girlfriend and their dog, "Updog".
Israel left almost a year ago, saying that his goal was to ride the trains "all the way to California."
At the time, I didn't give his scraggly, skinny ass much chance of succeeding in that endeavor, but; he did.
There was his hobo girlfriend and their dog and his tales of adventure to prove it. Amazing.
Someone stopped by and gave us all food while we talked. Israel and the girl said that Boulder, Colorado had been a very lucrative spot for busking, which was interesting news to me, since I think I can play at least as well as Israel on the guitar...
I then went and played for a half hour and got one gold dollar and one five dollar bill (something that had eluded me for 3 days New Orleans).
I then went and spent two of the dollars on beer at the Exxon.
On my way back to my sleeping spot, where I eventually would do my laundry, I ran into a black lady who offered to buy me a beer "because I've never seen you ask anyone for anything" which she did, and then she gave me a dollar.
I hung my laundry to dry in front of the hot air vent, and then slept like a baby in the sanctuary of the yard behind the Christ Church, waking up this morning with $4.93 in my pocket, and well rested with clean, dry clothes. Mobile has its perks...
Tale Of Two Latinas

In Tune With Spirits

As I was becoming acquainted with Sue, the Colombian Lady, formerly referred to as Sue, The Cuban Lady (-hey, I was only about 4,000 miles off), there must have been sent out waves of energy, disturbing the cosmos, which was picked up by one Karrie Porras. 
I had recently tried to reach Karrie (by calling the local liquor stores in places where I thought she might be taking her hermitage; half expecting one cashier to tell me "Just a second," and then put her on the phone..) and discovered that she was recently incarcerated in Dalton, Georgia for "public intoxication" (she was set up, framed, railroaded; of course).
Well, the undercurrents of the collective subconscious, referred to by some as "God," work in strange ways, because, as I was kissing Sue, the Colombian Lady in New Orleans, Karrie was dashing off the following e-mail to my mother, which my mom then forwarded to me.
Mom noted that the text was the original "word for word," off the fingertips of Karrie, and not a paraphrasing; which needed not be mentioned. I've never heard mom use the term "controling bitches" in quite the same context...
And now; Karrie's letter, via mom:
Hi


Letter from Karrie word for word: 8/18/11


Dear Daniel


I'm at the libary in Dalton, GA. the name is Pines


I got your letter and nice of you! thank you


Mostly I want to apoligize for my behavior in Florida.


You can call me at (706) 264 XXXX ?


I hope every thing is OKay the computer hates me I want to send a photo.


I'd better go their is controling Bitches around here


Miss you I think



Love

Machines hate her; bitches control her...
maybe she needs someone like me
back in her life...

Karrie Porras
157 XXXX
Dalton, GA 30721

A couple of thougts come to mind, besides how cosmic the timing of its delivery was.
I wonder if she really misses me. (I've always wondered if she thinks.)
She took about 6 months to respond to my letter, nice as it was, so I will take time to consider my response before calling her.

I have a suspicion that, probably, the past year, her quality of life was equal to, or better than the life we were sharing; but has now sunken below her threshold of tollerance of her circumstances, (what with the controling bitches and everything); thus prompting this (more coherent than usual) letter. 

"...As Long As We Don't Have To Have
A 'Drink-Off' To Compete For Him!

I also have an idea which is both frightening, and exhillorating:

Karrie in New Orleans!

Would a s-Karrie cat-fight en-Sue, between the two?

I haven't a clue, do you?

Maybe I could move Karrie to Mobile and then hop back and forth, having one in each port, like the real rock stars do...hmmm