We were leaving it for some odd reason though. (Jesus U-Haul Christ, I always seem to be moving house in Nocturnal Vision Land!) The new digs were in a nice, convenient, more citified area. The house though was much, much smaller, even tinier than our wee Vahalla cottage, and in truly rough shape. I just couldn’t feature why, oh fucking WHY, we’d ever leave our cozy shelter, especially considering the new crib was SO not all that.
Our awesome friends came to help us on the big fat move day. Good thing too as the “new” house still had the previous tenants' gotta-be-curbed crap in it. Asshole that I am, while TAB and our chums were emptying the place out, I ducked up the street and found a nice little, independently owned art supply store. They had the oddest, most random assortment of paints and brushes but I somehow just knew they’d be willing to special order whatever I needed. Comforting.
|Rocco AKA Big Foot|
Who knows. I prolly could’ve explored this more but Rocco chose that moment to wake me by walking over my head. I may change his name to Big Foot.
And, for some reason (at this moment anyhow), I now have the Captain Beefheart tune My Head is My Only House Unless it Rains spinning on the ol' internal turntable. Sweet!
A snippet of lyrics:
I’ll let a train be my feet
If it’s too far to walk to you
If a train don’t go there I’ll get a jet or a bus
Because I’m going to find you
And my head is my only house until I’ve found you