A BOHEMIAN IN THE WOODS
10/29/98-10:00p.m.once a bohemian in suburbia,i've fled from town life, back to my roots. back to my country home. the woods of my childhood...for a summer i lived in a tent, w/only a sleeping bag,a coleman lamp,a battery-powered t.v,campfire coffee and memories of a gypsy lady who became my wife, then left. she came back to me, i built her a cozy,country cottage in what used to be my mom's chicken coop, our nest, w/two cats in the yard, a roaring propane fireplace,laughter,hard work and ...love. but love isn't enuf to hold a gypsy and sometimes opposites repel...so now i live alone in my cottage w/my swords and canes and knives, assorted mystical, cosmic and skeletal bric-a brac. my Jolly Roger hangs on the wall,my incensce burns, my music plays, my t.v. entertains, my microwave cooks and my frig is usually bare. but i survive,i work, i write,i think,i read,i live the life of a loner here in the woods, surrounded by the sounds of rain on a tin roof, birds singing, dogs barking and owls hooting.i am secluded enuf,lonely, at times depressed, yet finding things to tinker with to keep my mind and hands busy. someday soon i will access the world and fill my mind with knowledge beyond my wildest comprehensions. tonite i end,for sleep must come with workday not far behind .Soon this year is done and the future marches on.
...On a snowy January day in 1999 I got my iMac.Now my 82 year old dad has it.I have an eMac,both my girls have iBooks.It's a new millenium.I still live in my coop,work nightshift mantainence,access the world and dream of a peaceful tommorrow...
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