Huddle House, again

Well I got back to Georgia last night. I’m currently sitting at the Huddle House in Cochran feeling a little awkward after taking three Neurontin and smoking some pot I smuggled back from California. Every time I come back to this town it feels like I’ve been transported to some other universe slightly different than the one I’m used to. It’s not just the rednecks--there were plenty of them at Stagecoach, but it still felt normal. (Oh yeah, I worked at Coachella and Stagecoach--that was interesting). Like for instance, the waitress just asked me to pay for my coffee shortly after she gave me a cup. That’s never happened before, and I’ve been coming here ordering a cup of coffee for almost twenty years. I haven’t been around enough lately to know who any of the waitresses are, though. Maybe that has something to do with it. I used to know all of them. Hell, they’d give me drugs and free food all day long. Things were a lot different back then. Randall was alive, for one.

I could really go for a quarter of a roxy right now. Colleen says everyone’s out, but maybe she just doesn’t want to enable me. I haven’t seen her since I got back. She says she’s been up for two days cleaning--strung out on meth, I’d presume. I’m starting to regret leaving the desert. That was quick. I’ll give it a go a little while longer to see how things feel. I’ve considered getting an apartment at the Massee in Macon. My parents want me to live down the street from them at McVay Heights, but I don’t know if I can handle living in Cochran again. Ashley does pay $35 a month for her place there, although she has a kid (that she never sees). Anyway, I guess I’ll just continue to see where the universe takes me. That’s all you can really do, anyway.

My dad is supposed to be fixing my car tomorrow. After that, I might go down and see Russell in Gainesville. I might stop by Savannah to see Molly and Robert and Jacksonville to see Kim and Timmy, too. I just want to drive and listen to music and not think. That sounds nice. They taught us how to deal with thoughts in rehab, but I like my own techniques better. Life is such a bore when you’re mindful. And yes, I can be mindful of that.ge