Homeless Is As Homeless Does

I often worry that when I go crazy it will be the flavor of crazy where I wake up in the night and really truly have no idea where I am or how I got there. I'm not talking about your run of the mill I haven't slept in this bed before lost, but seriously lightheadedly disconnected, ungrounded, unhinged...

I already have issues with my spatial placement...I mean, sometimes I am in Washington and I seriously think about just running up to my parents' house for dinner. I'll go so far as to pull my phone out to call my lady and see if she'll go with me to surprise them before I'm like, "holy fucking what the...? You're 2000 miles away, Waldmann..." Or I'll have a hankering for Casey Moore's or Monkeypants or JT's or to see this person or that or go on this hike or whatever-the -fuck-whatever. Vice versa, I'll be in Arizona and decide to take the next day off to go boating on the Puget Sound because fuck it, it's hot or I'll see a show in Seattle and actually buy tickets before I remember I'm nowhere near there...crazy

Its only getting worse, too. Lately I've been revisiting places (in my head) that I've only been to once...not just imagining it either, but seriously trying to remember how to get there by driving. The pauses between thought and realization are getting longer too, and the disappointment is growing more and more poignant as I continue to gather the white in my beard (which, by the way, is out of control these days). I guess it comes with the territory and although I'll admit I'm a little worried, I'm also thinking it might be just another fun adventure, only in my head this time. Either way, I can add teleportation to my list of skills and that's pretty sweet...

In my ongoing struggle to be legit (my ultimate goal is to be so legit as to be unable to quit), I have procured a post office box for myself. This way, no matter how randomly this old body rambles, my mail now has a real home. Did you know that having a PO Box means I have my own zipcode? Well, best believe, my people...and if you want to send everyone that lives in my zipcode (me) a PO Box warming postcard or widget or even a dillsnickity, call, text, or email me and I will supply the digits. Like, you can seriously just address your dillsnickity to my name followed by a series of numbers and it will find me. Maybe you don't find that as amazing as I do, but then, you've probably always had an address...

The above image is a photo of a painting I did of a homeless man in Glenelg, Australia. I painted it, photographed it, and then gave it to him. He was touched and a little confused...