Having just gone 1 night of laying in bed completely alone in the house followed by a full day of silence in the company of ME, tonight I offered myself as a passenger in a car ride all the way to Corona to purchase a 20-dollar bootleg copy of Rosetta Stone (Spain Spanish). These are the lengths I go for actual human connections. I had just played 1 mandolin song (the only one I know…), read half a magazine article, and watched 10 minutes of Summer Heights High by myself and wanted to cry. Highways, Christmas carols, and complaining about strip malls worked just fine.
We did meet a nice man named Ron in a McDonald’s parking lot who broke his arm in a ‘motorcycle accident’ and definitely NOT fighting with the FBI over his pirating enterprise.
I will admit that walking around naked has been nice, though. And tomorrow while sitting in very cramped quarters hurdling through the sky for 6 hours I’ll probably think differently about the concept of loneliness, but for now I’m happy to be heading to the Byrne family compound.
