Writin'

I have started to write again tonight and it feels good. Reading too. I've been catching up on Vonnegut. What an inspired writer. And I have some snippets of time to myself this week in Chicago. A luxury. I'm becoming a night person. Or is that, early morning person. If left to these wiles I would soon be going to bed when my friends ar arising. Most of my friends get up at 4AM. Ok, 4AM...5AM, what's the difference? EARLY. too damn early for me. I have these fantasies of working unfettered. Working until 2, 3, 4AM. going to bed and getting up at 10. How decadent.

Why is this? why is it decadent? I was raised in the Puritan Drudge of the Midwest. Everyone there 'works', by god. Works sun-up to sun-down. Works the LAND. Works them CROPS. Works BUILDIN' STUFF. THAT'S what you do, son. THAT'S bein' a man and workin'. Ain't no son-o-mine gonna be a goddam writer and filanderer or whatever. Not one of them sissies who just thinks and shit like that. That ain't workin'. that's bein a dependent. that's bein' on the dole. On the welfare. Sittin sleepin' while decdent folk are workin'.

Well, fuck a duck. it's nigh past 1 AM and I'm still sittin' here a writin'. Now, most folks who read this would agree that, yup, that boy's a filanderer for sure. No account. On the dole for sure. Ain't been raised proper and such. All I know is that I'm just laying out words. Layin' 'em out like they's jelly on toast. They come from inside. And I'm a writin'. Don't like it then I s'pose you don't have to read it. Aww, but you do, don't ya. Night to ya.
John