bongo. how i came to be in dallas.
Well, it was this brilliant idea that came to me when I was happily dozing in the San Diego sunshine one day when I was 23.
I can't write when I'm sated and surrounded by gorgeousy stuff like mountains and ocean, so I came to the one place I knew I would fucking loathe, and its been SO productive that I just havent had the desire to ever leave.
I had been to Texas once when I was six, and in that brief week was molested by a man named Billy-Bob, hit with a frying pan for crying by my hosts old black cook named 'Me-maw' (her toothless husband Pah-Paw lived in the cornfield in a shack,) stung twice by scorpions (the second being retaliation by the scorpions spouse no doubt, bastards always come in two's) and been bit by a snake, which admittedly was my fault as I picked it up in the cornfield. I still pick up snakes if come across 'em, bad habits start early.
Now I'm a suburban housewife, older than my peers by 6-7 years and with younger children than my counter-parts and I'm doing my best(I like to tell myself) to subvert from within, and since I dont believe in bitching outloud I write, and I write and I write. My husband acts like I'm fucking someone named Bukowski, prefers not to hear his name, so I came looking through the ether net for you guys. Now that I'm happy, I've stopped writing again but it's worth it. Ya'all are so cute with yer Buk passions!
Rents cheap in Texas, too.