If it's the last thing we ever do 001

07/03/95That is the date I left Oklahoma City. And seeing makes me realize how long ago it was and how much has happened since. For now we are jist going to cover point A to B. Maybe this one wont take a year to finish. But hold tight there will be a lot of bouncing around.

I don't really remember when I decided I was moving. I believe it was early May but it may have been later. I try not to think too much about major life changes before doing them. This one came later than most expect. Oklahoma was not a place where I could ever be at home and it was just too small for me. I was telling this one regular at work about my plan and what she said kind of surprised me. She said, "That's good, someone like you would just become an alcoholic here." Looking back it was probably one of the more honest things I heard there. Anyway I spent a week trying to figure out where I was moving. I could go to Chicago and stay with my sister, or I could go to Boston and stay with 'Penny' and AEPB. After some really hard thought I figured Boston was the better bet. I had only been once for like 12 hours but it called to me more. I also didn't feel like burdening my sister and all of her kids. I think she has like a hundred. Chicago would have made it too close to home. Too easy to go back if things didn't go well. 'I'd rather listen to Coletrane then go through all that shit again" - Cowboy Junkies. I had actually reealize my time was up a little more than a year before. Mike and I were always driving out of state for one reason of another. And the radio started talking to me in ways I never thought possible. I decide it was time to start think about it when i was on my way to work at the club (told you it would come back up) and a Tom Petty song came on. "I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of goin' down, Tired of myself, tired of this town, Oh my, my, oh hell yes, Honey put on that party dress Buy me a drink, sing me a song, Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long" I am not what you would call a Tom Petty fan but Oh my my Oh hell yes is right. I swear I almost broke down in tears. I know i started making tentative plans to leave in March. I tried finding more reasons to not do this. Nothing ever seemed to happen the way I guess I was wanting it too. Guess I have to go. Then in May there were 2 major tagidies in my life. First there was the Murrah building bombing and then a friend of mine went on a shooting spree. Oh I am deffinately getting the fuck out of here. Things are getting too weird in a bad way. So at the beginning of june I went toStorage USA and opened up a unit (which is currently acting as a time capsule for this time period as it still has a lot of stuff in it).

I started packing and moving shit into storage again(coming soon - my life in storage). Finding out who wants what and then mike and I delivering it. The good one was when a friend said she wanted the funiture because she had none. Unfortunate for her she was not home when we got there. All of it ended up piled in front of her door with Saphrona's red velvet hide-a-bed propped firmly against the door. Got to keep those appointments when you are dealing with smartasses. Another good on was a heavy, heavy microwave that was dropped in someones car while they were working. The things no one wanted went to Mary's and from there to the masses. The last trip out there we did not sell anything but I was tired. As it happened someone had just come in looking for a space. I let Mike handle this one with my tip. Tell them they can have this space if they buy everything that is left for $25. While this was being bargined someone not minding their own business said that we could not resell a space. Mike ever so kindly explained that we were not sellin the space , we were selling the stuff because we were not ggoing home until it was all sold. What this other person did with the stuff was there business if they chose the deal. Shit, they could easily make there money back, it was still early and it was a good spot up front. They took it and we got the hell out of there. While we were there I actually saw one of the funnies things I have ever seen. A guy comes up, big and burly. He was probably 6'2" at 250 lbs. Maybe close to three. And he was wearing a shit that said 'power hungry bitch'. he want to give me $3 for a 5'Stoli's bottle inflate. I was looking at something over ten for that. Just for making me laugh at that stage of exhaustion, I let him have for the $3. And it was so worth it. Power. Hungary. Bitch. Just thinking about it still makes me laugh. After all of this getting rid of stuff, Yodie still doesn't believe I am going to move. A lot of people don't but I am getting more believers. Mike is really convinced as this point.