Vagabond
The last couple of weeks have been different. I took a haitus from the annals of Tampa Bay and found myself in a familiar place; my parents. There is this quote from a movie that I don’t even remember the name, or even exactly how it goes but it was an idea something similar to this - when you leave your home you never really feel at home again, its just a place to put your stuff. It never holds that quaintness or familiarity that you felt as a child in your bedroom. I feel like I have no home, a vagabond. Even when I drift home I find myself in a spare bedroom that I sleep in. Its a strange world I’ve made for myself.
Currently I’m sitting in “my” room in Tampa. Theres a bed in here now, there wasn’t one when I left. There are two beautiful girls dozing beneath a black comforter. (one is little baby girl penny) Last night we had an interesting adventure. We all ate at the very least 13 shrooms and preceded to have our own spiritual journeys. JR came to the assumption that he was on the Truman Show, and I told him I was a paid actor that was hired to become his best friend and expose his innermost character to the world. He really freaked out about that, I felt legitimately bad about. Sydney transformed into a concerned woman, she held her wits with no qualm but she had an unsated urge to assure everyone was fine. Kasey sat on the couch and did not move for five hours, she was sick, and there were a lot of sober people around us, she was freaked out. I left her alone for a long time and then eventually just sat down with her. Nothing was spoken for two hours, we just sat there. I couldn’t tell if I was imposing or wanted, it was a strange feeling. I honestly was horrified because of how miserable she was but I did everything in my power to not purvey that emotion. I hope that I had some type of calming effect, that was the intention.
