Old Dog, Same Tricks

Well, journal, Im writing to you as I sit under the tree by the side of the road. Needed to stop for a rest and find a safe place to sleep - the sun will rise soon. Trekking north up to Canada this time. Vegas was fun while it lasted and I left in my usual signature style...note on the pillow with a black rose on the stand. Hey, it was not just one rose but half a dozen. I know Kara will be upset, they always are but she's busy running a hotel and doing what Blues do and Mere seems to be preoccupied with the acclamation of the lost city of French Orleans so I will occupy my time with other interests. Of course she and Caresse always know how to get a hold of me whenever I am needed which is scarce anymore. Dont get me wrong, Im not complaining...I always heed their call when I feel their tug at my senses. And its times like these I reflect on my family...my kids especially. I know Julian has passed on...felt his presence a few times. Thought I saw Katia in Vegas but it was a fleeting glimpse...and the others, well, they are lost to me, I have no idea where they are or what's become of them or will become of them. Suppose its better that way...cant very well be a loner with snot-nosed kids hanging about. Believe me if they are my kids, they would be snot-nosed.
I often think of Trina at times like these as well. No bother asking how she is, I know she's dipped deep into the abyss. Out of all the women in my life and unlife she's affected me the most but hey, I've got the scar for memories. She'll be happy to know she causes me twinges of pain...we've always had interesting ways of arousing each other.

Time to find me a hole in the ground to sink into....

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