A place for my head...
…words, images, and song.
“Where” you say?
Jun 7th
“Where has Ben been!?” I’m sure many have been asking this… well I’m here! Job secured, picked up another car to save the X anymore torture. Hanging with the friends, have gotten to see most my family. Things are good. I drove around today with my camera, but realized I’m done taking high noon photos, unless something really catches my eye. Perhaps I’ll head back out when the sun is setting and get some nice shots of the country.
It’s good to be home!
Headin home…
Apr 10th
Well after 2 and a half years… I’ve grown weary of the distance I’ve put between myself and those I care for greatly. I had been randomly job hunting for many months now, but wasn’t putting forth a lot of effort. Well, I’ve realized how little I can live on for a while, and have decided to just go for it. I’m packing up camp, selling what I can, moving what I can’t…. and heading home!
I’m truly excited about the adventure home. The prospect of being able to afford my own home again leaves me feeling almost giddy inside. After living where you nearly have to make 6 figures to afford a home, it’s a great thing to look forward to.
My time here was not wasted, I’ve made some amazing friends, seem some incredible places, and found out more about myself. More importantly, more about myself with very little influence of friends and family. Oddly, but comforting, I’ve found I’m pretty much the exact same person I always was, despite the company.
So as the month proceeds… there may be more updates about jobs and what not. And if anyone out there reading this in the Ohio region sees some work that may have my name on it… please… drop me a line!
Look forward to seeing you folks back home soon, and I’ll miss all those I’ve come to care for here in the west.
Cheers mi amigos!
Despondent…
Mar 16th
… he stands before the dark mirror as he rips the plastic backing from the pill container. Tosses down the medication, and splashes some cold water across his face. Head throbbing, like the band still played from the night before, too dizzy to contemplate what really had happened. Slowly turns and staggers clumsily into the kitchen, leaning against the fridge. Prying the door open slowly to not bring anymore pain to his already fragile eyes, he peers at the emptiness inside. Leaning away, the door closes itself, as he turns toward the cupboard. It too resembles a kitchen already packed for moving. A half empty bag of chips lay on the table, he clutches the bag as he falls into the chair. As he takes the first bite of the mostly stale chips, pieces of the night before come to mind, and he drops the bag to the floor.
He stands, looks around the room still unsure as to what it was he was really remembering. Was it simply a dramatic dream, induced by drinking? As he studies the room… he’s more confused as it appears no one else had been there. Yet… it seemed so vivid, so real, so… blurry. The sun is rising now, and the light glides across the floor closer to where he stands. Then suddenly… there! There he sees what it is that had been flashing through his mind so horribly. Oh had he had wished it were only a dream. The guilt overcame him, and he cried out so loudly… no one could hear him. His head sinks low, and his arms drop to his sides. It wasn’t all a dream… those horrid things really did happen. There was no saving him now, the damage was done. Lying there on the floor, slowly dripping from the mouth after all those hours. He knew… he knew there would be consequences to pay. And pay he would…
…. the tequila was gone.