Diary of a lucky fucker- kings and cats part 2
Recalling everything I had been through, from coaching "kq elite" kids basketball team, to attending Texas film festival, and even all the money I had earned and re invested
I was still sure in my heart that this chapter was done, cut my losses,and packed my bag. Fuck Texas, fuck king , and...
Well, I really do miss everyone else.
One rotten potato in a tight bag ruins the rest eventually.
Funny that id be fried after breaking out.
I walked for 2 days through the city blending in with the gutterpunks, homeless , wores, and mentally ill who also seemed to roam quietly along the edges of the streets with me. In the end we've always been in the same tribe. Rejects, runaway, outcast, freespirits and prisoners of freedom.
The view shifted to tourist and men in suits taking up most of the side walk. Tall buildings and bright lights absorbed the sun overhead as it seemed to lose interest in destroying me.
My feet where bleeding, my back hurt , and city police couldn't seem to decide if I was trouble or not.
I found a bench and pulled my sketch pad out to take in a moment of peace when a few fellas from Michigan approached me not long after, offering to pay me if I drew them a portret of them. Seemed like a sweet couple. Took me 2 hours. After they picked it up I was able to eat again without dipping into my rations. I also got a 3$ bottle of wine in case i would meet my end out here. Might as well enjoy it. I wasn't thinking of the extra weight but whatever.
I stayed in the park till dark , which was only a few more hours away.
Another person approached me with few words but " sup, can i see your drawings? you smoke? Wanna hit this with me?"
He kinda just came and went like rain in a desert
My salvation was that of sanctuary in a cheap hotel which now felt like a palace.
An angel had mercy on me
If i hadent found wifi and told Samantha what happened , I would have been in a lot worse of a position.
Wasn't long before I used another favor for a bus ticket... we won't talk about that right now though
How's that song go?
Country road, take me home...
I enjoyed my bottle and the roach I was left after I arrived at my booked palace. Waiting for my bus the following day.