IMPORTANT NEW NOTES FROM JUSTIN:
US Tour Day 116, Part 2: More Chores and Leaving Dunedin It's funny but I find that since my return to Florida I've actually spent more time doing chores and working on my to do list than having the sort of adventures I'm used to. After being back in the San Francisco area for sixteen days I really needed the time to catch up on life. There's a lot of work that goes into doing things well—writing, making an album, being a good friend, corresponding with people, having a car that functions properly. And, I tend to want to do all these things myself. So, it means my to do list is long, long, long.
But, in the last day I've made a substantial dent in the to do list! I applied for a business license, a fictitious business name permit, a seller's permit, and a business checking account.
I felt smug after filling out all the forms and inserting the completed papers and the photocopies of my driver's license and the appropriate money orders into each envelope. I'm guessing it probably felt like beating someone much smarter at a game of chess, except that I've never actually done that, so I'm really just speculating.
I also—through the magic of Ebay—procured all the equipment needed to process credit cards! My mom had given me money to use to go to Disneyworld while I was here in Florida. I'll have to admit to her that I used it to start my business instead. I'm sure she'll understand.
I also wire transfered some of the money I owed to my producer in Sweden. He has been very generous and patient with me, considering that I owe him many thousands of dollars for his work on my forthcoming album (which will be out soon!). I really need to sell these records. Of course I want to share this work of art and dream come true with the world. But, really I need the money to pay back all the people who worked on it!
Chores, chores, and more chores. I changed my spark plugs, washed my car, and gave myself a hair cut. I finally opened the Christmas cards my friends sent me, I wrote a pile of thank–you cards, and packed my belongings back into my car.
So, where's the fun? Well, it was fun. My life is fun. It's almost all fun. Even the tedious tasks are fun because they're part of the journey towards this bigger, beautiful picture I have in my mind's eye.
After my car was packed, Monica and Marion and I had our last supper together—Chinese fast food. I asked the lady at the counter if they had eggplant. She said, No, I don't do eggplant. I asked her if she had Chinese tender greens, like pea pod greens. She got irritated. No, we don't have pea pod leaves. Listen, mister, this is a fast food restaurant, OK?
So much for asking for things that weren't on the menu. I felt a long way from home, but not in a bad way. It would be like walking into a bookstore in another country and asking them to have The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in English. Why would they have such a thing? And, if I wanted to have things be just like home, then why wouldn't I just save the money and effort and stay at home?
I ate more than I should have. I weighed myself at the grocery store the night before and I know I only weigh 136.5 pounds. Yet, still I managed to eat enough that—in spite of my tiny frame—I felt fat. Why does food have to be so tasty? Why does it so compel me to molest it with my lips and tongue? Why does it beg to be nibbled, then bitten, and then gnawed by my teeth?
I could write a million volumes on my inability to meter the food that goes into my mouth. It's understood. So why bother complaining about it again? The story is predictable—it's the same thing I do at every meal: I ate a lot. Too much, in fact. Then I left the restaurant and did something else. Maybe I'm just a one trick pony, and my only trick is eating until I feel stupid?
So, once again I said goodbye—to the suburb of Dunedin, to the oak tree that had dropped leaves and acorns all over my newly cleaned car, to Marion and Monica, and to their horrible excuse for a dog, an animal that reinforced any negative feelings I had about those filthy little shit–machines that people keep around as pets to make their lives less simple and peaceful. I slammed my right foot down onto the gas and tried to notice if the new spark plugs made any difference at all as I sped off to Orlando.
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