2008 -
Ya, it can be tricky, like taking a Greyhound from tip to tip. The peninsula on the foot of the shrine of capitalism. Making my way over to a compound of hungry sharks only to be told to leave and saved by a Craigs List junkie who, also sold me my first ukulele.
It went like this.
We were boating down the intercoastal water way.
I hopped off the boat while it traveled south.
I took a couple of greyhounds to the west side, St. Petersburg.
I infiltrated a shark den, slept over a few nights, did a graffiti piece with one dollar cans, dated it 2012 even though it was 2008, then climbed onto a roof where she told me that, No. your not leaving. I will not give you a ride to the train station.
I slept in a gazebo, snuck in to the school computer lab. then hitched a ride from a dude on Craigslist for 60 bucks
back to 260 miles south east of where I left the boat named 1010, the boat we were traveling on.
When I got back to the grocery store and saw her I almost started crying.
