Where are we?

Where am I

I’m on top of a hill overlooking two cities, two bridges, and vast morphing sky

I’m on the second story patio overlooking a neighborhood where shopping carts are one of the main fashions

I’m driving Mary Poppin’s Purse through Sacramento rush hour highway jammin’ Sex Pistols and sipping on a cold Sierra Nevada Porter

I’m walking out of the casino bar holding the bartender’s can of Ultra Pasteurized Sweetened Whipped Topping to draw on cars with

I’m getting told by Jim all eyes blazing that I’m trespassing and he called the sheriff and “if someone goes flyin’ over the edge and lands on a piece’a heavy machinery then it’s my liability and I get sued-“

“You know I won’t sue you-“

“If you won’t then your mom will!”

I’m woken up with an awful scare thinking the Police are raiding my house but it is only the sound of enormous ice and snow chunks melting from my favorite tree and smashing the windshield and roof of my van

I’m telling a complete stranger in a yellow jacket not to breathe as I invade his personal space to snap the zip tie and rightfully claim my free lift ticket

I’m snowboarding like its 2099 (because everything is free in 2099)

I’m standing on the side of the road with my thumb out whistling “Cool People are Coming My Way” wondering what soul I’ll get a glimpse at in a few short moments

I’m at the neighbors’ live private concert playing all original slaps on my thigh groovin’

I’m frying stirring chopping mixing pouring scooping spreading smelling cutting tasting dipping licking eating smiling laughing sighing sleeping living loving

I’m riding Luke’s bike back from the post office at high speed through a snowstorm with no eye protection yelling “I can’t see!” fluttering my eyelashes like a Tourettes-ed Marilyn Monroe

I’m breathless at the site of a psychadelic tangerine dream sunrise over a lake at six thousand feet above the level of the sea

I’m shouting at the sky like a primitive beast trying to understand too much at once

I’m spending twenty five cents all night to hang out and have drinks brought to me and have a jolly good time racing mechanical horses while people complain about not having enough money and I love every second of my existence even if I feel shitty sometimes because at least I feel and as emo as it sounds who really gives a flyin fanny fuck about much because there is NO PLAN for anything or anyone so we might as well just LOVE every second as it would be an absurd waste not to

I’m doing exactly what I want to do.