One year has passed, one very long journey. What I believed just 365 odd days ago has gone askew. What I believed would be the answer was the beginning of my self punishment and salvation.
I retired, I moved to a small city and took big ideas with me. I moved to Cookeville Tn.. And thats all you can say about Cookeville . Now.... I didn't want to be in the city , I spent my life in Nashville Tennessee and watched it turn into a giant cyst of greed and hypocrisy . It's easy to say that next to Cookeville , Nashville is the last place I want to be. But I had to move and I had little time. No savings, no security, no backup, and a slumlord who's skin was starting to bubble from the smell of gentrification taking over Nashville and all surrounding parts . Let's call him Jeff..... Jeff the slumlord. When someone wants you out of their space because they smell the money, they love the money, they ejaculate money ..... well they can make your life miserable. And so I as many many other victims of greed had little time to move.
Little time, too many animals, a daughter who hates me for giving birth. And no money. I went through psycho therapy for 4 years all to no avail. A fat little man Norman with a itch and a dabble of droll for women with dissociation disorders. Again, our sessions gave birth to a malformed cabbage patch doll. A failure at voodoo imaging. What a sick man. But what is a man if he isn't sick I ask ye?
When I departed Nashville on my birthday in April of 2019 I left to people going through my possessions on the road like valuable road kill. In the end thats what is was I suppose . Intrinsically valuable road kill.
The slumlord still wanted more money. I wept. I didn't owe anything mind you except for what he had taken the amount up to. And this is where as a "christian" I find shaky ground with my faith, that and the fact that I despise men.
This is where I'll wrap things up for the evening. With more on life and art to come tomorrow.
faithfully
c.
