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First time I ever went to Kerrville (dates not being important, since, I've come to learn, time has no relevance in Kerrville. Other than the dates on the pink slips for the cars in the parking lot) I remember being quite confused as to where it was that I had been drawn into and to what degree I was actually going to get the release and freedom that I was searching for.
I entered Kerrville without shoes. Why, I was without foot-protection I do not recall. The pain of the Kerr-rock, however, would be forever imprinted in my memory. Needless to say, I recieved no immediate release upon my barefooted, painful entry. I did, however, recieve a wristband, a smile, and something else. It was from a beautiful, blue eyed, curly brunette in a sun dress who leaned over her counter, gave me a hug and said the ever familiar, "Welcome Home." I could tell, from the look in her eye, that she was serious and she meant both of those words. First thing that came to mind was..."That's what I call customer service..." Which was no suprise to me that that was what came to mind, because that from which I was trying to escape from what the very same thing that filed that interaction as a better means by which to make money. The second thing, fortunately, was something more substantial. I felt embarrassed a little. But then, I felt warm as well. It was of the same type of feeling you get when you friend's mother serves you a second helping of food when you are a guest in their home. You know you want it and would never ask for it, but you take it, with a bashful smile, and say something clumsy like "Um, th-thanks." I smiled at her in an odd fashion, and proceeded to digest this new environment from my newly pachouli scented head to my newly bleeding toe.
Eleven days later, Im at an HEB out of some "necessity" that I cannot remember. I have yellow body paint swirls from bearded head to healing toe and pink painted nipples hidden under unwashed tshirt that smells of old rain. Im shielding myself from the bright red gigantic letters like a vampire under the sun and I think..."I want to go back home, man"
and I didnt mean San Marcos
see you guys in may,
Fets
11:23 PM
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