I am in a beautiful house in Chicago.
A beautiful house in a frightening neighborhood.
This is what gentrification looks like at the very beginning. You can buy a big house for cheap if you are willing to walk by violently protected drug corners and crack heads passed out in the middle of the street.
But these old brick buildings are nice. I give it a year before it's all bakeries and yoga studios.
If I had money, I'd buy up some homes and then just sit on them. Just wait for the rich and white to do the cost/benefit analysis.
I am feeling good today. Largely because I have scored a writing gig and could possibly be hired to edit a book as well (I bid bargain basement prices, but I fear that it might still be more money than the author is willing to pay). My travel mate Josiah thinks that some of the stories that I tell when everyone is drunk might be of interest to Vice or a similar type magazine. Apparently they pay around $400 for a story like that.
All of which makes me feel that I just might survive as a writer.
If nothing else, I can eat today. More than once today even.
And someone bought me a car. It's waiting for me in Texas.
I still feel weird about receiving a gift that big, especially since it is at least a subliminal attempt to get me to start dating Jesus again. But shit, it's still a nice car. I will be able to drive for Lyft or something and that will help my financial woes a good deal.
I just have to get from Minneapolis (where I will be next week) to Dallas. And then from Dallas to literally anywhere else (I hate Texas).
But soon, more open road.
I have grown weary from traveling and dream big thoughts about having a place where I can house and care for travelers. Or where I can be alone when I want.
I am also thinking again about whatever's next.
I am considering getting a degree in counseling. But I don't want to charge people. I want to find a way to give free therapy to those who need it. Because I've been too poor to seek help myself more times than I can count. And people need help. I have no idea how to go about this, but I am looking in that direction.
Today though, I am going to wander the cool autumn streets of this big shouldered city. I've got a natural smile on me for the first time in weeks.
8:15 a.m. - 2018-10-11
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