Tinkel's Journal - 13 February 2010

 
Seven months ago I left my home and my job to start a new life. With no family or friends who would care, I decided to embrace a new freedom and travel alone in my car, with no particular destination. The only goal is to find the inspiration that is lacking, for me to write and paint again.
 

*written on an crumpled piece of paper pinned near a sewer entrance*
 
Long must I swim and swim and swim
in waters so dim, so dim, so dim
to seek my food and feast my fill
hard must i hunt and often kill
small is the game, and all too hungry
 
the croc, the croc, the croc
 
ages ago, ago, ago
it was not so, not so, not so
Mammoth, Mastodon, giant Sloth
covered the world like a moving cloth
a single kill could easyly feed
 
the croc, the croc, the croc
 
they have all gone, all gone, all gone
and left me alone, alone, alone
left me endlessly seeking food,
few my numbers now,
small my brood,
the world has grown too petty to feed
 
the croc, the croc, the croc
 
but now comes man, comes man, comes man,
who breeds as he can, he can, he can,
vast in numbers and easy to kill,
from his hordes i can eat my fill,
I will not starve while man can feed
 
the croc, the croc, the croc

I was on my way to a board meeting to let my colleagues know of a finding in my studies of AIDS that seemed particularly promising to aide in finding a cure. As luck had it I got stranded in the middle of what seemed to be nowhere. A few miles ahead...Dead End City....

Things are racing along at their normal pace.  What that means is, on a daily basis there's so much shit going down that I barely have time to sit down and enjoy a good bottle of Jamesons anymore. 
 
Fight club is going well, Ise.  We got ourselves a prize fighter, although that might not work out as well as I thought, since everyone seems afraid to fight him.  Maybe I'll have an all comers night.  Throw him in the ring and send out a text.  
 
My fight with Steph earned well, although I was hoping to attract more betting on Steph with good long odds.  Fuck, that woman can fight!  She ripped a chunk out of my shoulder and spat it in my face. Stop fucking laughing Ise.  I barely got through that fight by the skin of my teeth.  I'm guessing that when she's in a bit better shape she'll end up kicking my arse.  Man, I like that woman.  Nothing of the pansy, simpering female about her.
 

At last I've found the perfect spot to set up my little home (some might call it a lair) in the slum that is Deadend City.
 
After some back and forthing with the estate agent, I've got a sweet deal on an office and garage for the Taxi business and a nice little apartment upstairs to rent out to some sweet young thing looking for a cheap place to live, nothing quite like having it easily on hand, although i must make sure she doesn't have any friends or relatives that would miss her if she  " left town" all of a sudden.
 
So for the time being, Terra Taxi's (catchy name ain't it) will offer legit transport around the town, but i intend striking deals with the assorted low lives around who need merchandise moved about.
 
I guess I'll need to recruit some of my old buddies from Parchman to drive too.