How long have i been in St. Louis, damn, a week now. Continuing on with my summer writing traveling adventure retreat, the novel i started this winter continues, i change the setting of the story to follow where i am at in reality. Right now the characters in the novel are in St. Louis, their boat tied up on the river. It’s a fun way to write, and feels much more real than following an outline, forcing the story to go in some direction i determined in the past. I can do anything with the story. I’m into it.
Holed up in the boat kid’s suite here at the Bolozone where the electronic musical instrument pedal shop used to be. Whacking on the typewriter. Sometimes Alyssa or BIlly come and find me, make me eat food. Sometimes the cat, Cookies, comes to visit me. The fastest cat ever. Lot of varmits last night tho, dog across the alley kept parking at something that was rummaging around, a racoon? Possum? In the night, sleeping on this futon which lays on the floor, i woke up as something ran across my neck, leaving mildly burning claw marks. Fucking mouse! Rat! Tiny demon! Cookies! Where were you when i needed you? Why would a mouse do that, some kind of a dare?. Like the other mouse said, do it! He’s asleep, he wont get you, just run across his neck!
- Bolozone Bloom. Sanctuary for soggy sailers.
Alyssa sez: Drink coffee and fix shit up!
Frued. He doesn't talk much.
Goosefoot (aka Lambsquarters) growing next to Momo, and edible salad green. Hmmm, i wonder if anything has peed on this corner...
Herb garden at Momo/Bolo.
Turbo charged my crate basket by cutting a chunk out and now my ass sits perfectly in the seat, yeah.
The crew of The Snowball is comming back tomorrow. Good. I’m about to get a job and just settle down here. Which wouldn’t be so bad i think. Many thanks to Dan, Alyssa, Billy, and everyone else in St. Louis who helped us out.