Night Moves

Hot damn I was out in what became cold Gentilly air, hanging with boys not in school, chatting up the unofficial Mayor Of Gentilly (Krewe of Dreux meets at his house), commiserating with the women about the never-ending battle to heal from The Storm.  Then I got to the other work: weaving plastic strips through metal mesh to make a gigantic signifier of a wall that moves like water in the wind and light.  The 3:00 freight pulled by.  Some crows, the sky.  Pretty much 3 blocks from People's and Mendez where I realized almost exactly 2 years ago I was hanging from that dead dead tree hand-painting it bubble gum pink.  Same deal: ladder in the car (except now it's a truck), baseball cap (instead of Saints it's DrawAThon) and heartwarming conversations coming from the glory of being home, above all else, finally only home.  And I think that's not half bad, really, that I'm consistent, that I'm allowed to still be home, that I'm still working at the thing that I love: giving it away.  It's all on a larger scale but it's the same path, turn the page.

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[Indy 500]

We never change, some get better, some worse, but we basically stay the same.

[Eli]

True that.