On the Road Again

Times have become hectic again. My courseload is waying on my back and there just aren't enough hours in the day. There's just so much to do in life. To really suck the sap of it. This weekend involved alot of those intense moments, the ones you know that you'll remember. First, on Friday night after band practice, I drove out with some friends to Winstar. My initial impression was one of almost disgust, but when you start winning money, or being tricked into believing you're winning money, it becomes quite fun. The lights, the slots and speed of the blackjack tables were just breathtaking. I only wish I had more money to gamble with, or that I made more money gambling. But I didn't loose that much, so overall the experience was a blast.



I didn't get home from the casino till very late. I slept for a few hours then got up, hopped into the car and drove to Austin with a few friends. The drives down and back were the best parts. On the way back we stopped at the famous Czech bakery. Even though the bakery wasn't really Czech (I myself believe that only one of the workers looked Czech) the pastries were amazing. The berry kolache is worth the drive. It was soft, with warm Cinnamon and brown sugar daintily set along its edges and the center was sweet but not too sweet. You tasted more berry than sugar, which seemed to me a mark of mastery.



While in Austin we mainly hung out with some local friends and explored town. Dinner was a fairly good Mexican restaurant with a very nice, down-to-earth waitress. It was decorated with large musical notes painted in glass shards along the wall, as you looked to the right the notes slowly turned into balls of fire. It was like a Tex-mex version of Top gun. After that we went to a local social event, but the people there weren't terribly impressive. They seemed to be making up for things. Their eyes were always searching for more, no matter how interesting the person standing in front of them was. This, along with the Casino, were very valuable case studies of human behavior. The people at the event and the casino both seemed tortured. They looked as though always searching for something to relieve the pain.



After the events out on the town we went back the local college where we were staying. I slept on the floor and while that seems so crude I have always enjoyed sleeping on the floor. I believe it to be a truly natural and righteous endeavour. On par with walking long distances or reading extremely drawn out Russia literature. Then we woke up the next morning and explored Austin for a bit. We visited a local Austin toy store and I was amazed at how many things I seriously considered buying. Between a french toast stamper with an Eiffel tower on the front, a mug with a yellow submarine on it in psychedelic colors and a free flowing kinetic sculpture used to hang photos I chose the french toast stamp. Now I have to make french toast so I can try it out. Afterwards we drove back to Dallas.



Amidst all of this activity I found time to write something of interest:



Past water towers full of soot,

Dried out dust desperately searching for a home.

Light by light and day by day,

we run, we run the night away.



What are you thinking, what do you want?

A wallflower in repose,

a little boy with big eyes,

watching the whole world fly by.



Stick out your hand,

no more fire.

Bum a ride,

a perverts desire.



Low rolling hills lit by lights

barely shining.

Different world decorating spirits

softly dwelling.



Light up signs,

piano playing quietly on.

A runway for our

transcendental plane.



To rise up and up and

over the sea,

to a different world,

wont you come with me?



There's a good song

to push us on.

We use all we get before we're gone.



We're in some far off Asia now,

and we stop to look around.

But all we see are the same rolling hill's and we

realize

our tires never even left the ground.





yours truly,

Zak