Crossroad … The Journey South

… I had arrived at the first crossroad of my life where my dreams of the straight and narrow were instantly transformed like some strange algorithm; the plus signs suddenly replaced by unknowns …

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The Journey South

After the crossroad, I became a half assed

‘’grad’’  …


I lived in the

haze between night and day with

blues and jazz music, in

smoke filled rooms and minds,

freaks of the

night; drunks, misfits,

thieves who lived in the

underworld where i had taken up

residence …..


I had become part of

a  crowd who, with single minded intent,

killed themselves from the medicine in their

needles …



I searched for a road away from

that life when

one night in

frustration and despair I gave up

fight …


Determined to break away from my self

imposed bonds I donned my army coat, grabbed my

scarf, threw away those god awful

cowboy boots … scraped together a

couple of hundred

dollars and

ran away into a night of

bitter cold determined to

hitch 1,200 miles away from that

cold winter bitch to another place where

maybe I’d find the warm nurturing wind I

felt before the roadblock I encountered at the …

crossroad …

continued …

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