Escape From Memphis—Chapter Six

Yeah.
There are some missing Chapters.
But writing, not unlike life, is not linear.
(Is that a word?—linear?)
So…
I mustered up some courage and some sobriety, and that is a very narrow window to dive through.
Managed to go to the ‘Commerce Rent-A-Shed’ and retrieve half of my shit.
(I had dreamed about this the night before)
Had it all planned out…
NE-Way, I did it, next day

Truthfully, within three hours–sleep and I have issues of late.

Sleep to me now is akin to death–we do not get along.
Damn near to kilt me.

BP off the chart.
But before I came home, I stopped off at Wal*Mart and purchased some more…
Drum roll…
Booze.
All be good in my neighborhood.
Got home.
Off-loaded my shit,
Got drunker than I already was…
(Now, mind you, I did NOT drive to Wal*Mart drunk, I was ‘mildly intoxicated,’ big diff.
Only an alcoholic would know the substantial difference.
Well…
Got ‘Home’, off-loaded my shit.
Now,
Three or six days later…
It, my shit, surrounds me, mocking.
Boxes and boxes of my life.
Waiting to be ‘unboxed.’
But…
I am a busy man, and cannot be bothered.
Perhaps tomorrow.

5 thoughts on “Escape From Memphis—Chapter Six

      • I hope you can find it. I think you would enjoy the story and the music. It was filmed in New Mexico, Texas, and California. I’m enjoying your story Lance! Thank you

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