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Please skip this next paragraph. It was written around 7.12.98 and I don't know how it got here. Apparently I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Really, skip this next paragraph. (Red) -Fuck you too... Sitting in front of an empty handle fo Jim Beam at 8am leaes little power for editing or general recourse except to be grateful to be breathing amonjhg other things... Princeton isn’t such a great place to break down but you probably knew that alredyt... the billboard promised much more but all we could find was a bad allety and a bunch of cheap strippers... maybe i’ll catahc up some day and be able to telll how we came to this pathetic state of affairs .... skipping the shit plastered on your screen may be the best bet since i have little capabilitiews at this point in time but read on for what little it is worth. not exactly what i hd planned to sayt but yougotta go somewhere... I arrived in Provincetown with $100 to my name. If it weren’t for a last second loan of 100 bones from my brother after the wedding I would have had zero. Thanks Chris. I don’t like traveling with cash and I try to travel with under $200 liquid. I have found that traveling poor makes me find alternative methods of fun and franchise which usually results in a better experience for everyone involved. It makes me search a bit more for something to do and it makes me find the locals that have a bit more character and harbor more interesting beasts. It also forces me to rely on the goodwill of others and give more of myself to others. It is human nature to help out your fellow man but most people forget that and simply look to further their own position in life. Anyway, after ponying up $30 for a campsite... humm... let’s all do the math... ok, I was left with $70 and no clear idea of where or when I would be able to find cash again. P-town is a piece of work. As a child I use to love visiting this esoteric town at the end of the Cape to marvel at the freaks and hidden fun that it had to offer. It was like going to the carnival without all the popcorn and I truly dislike popcorn... Returning 10 years later, I very quickly discovered that P-town had much more to offer me than I had ever imagined as a child. I got to P-town around 4pm and checked in at Coastal Acres Campground with a nice lover named ****. After setting up my campsite, I decided to spend the afternoon wandering around town and reacclimating myself to life on the road alone. It is here that my adventure will finally begin and it seems like the perfect place to start out. Go to Provincetown during the off season and you will be pleasantly surprised. the town has an enormous tourist draw from New England and beyond but it is not an easy place to live. the residents seem to live the life of sideshow freaks behind a thin pane of glass. There is a definite attraction that makes people become permanent residents here and I was going to find it or be damned trying. Monday evening was spent at Herring Cove Beach drinking cold Budweiser and watching the sun set over the water. P-Town is dog friendly which we like. You can take your dog into a lot of the stores and it is cool to have them on the beaches. The best time of the year is off-season when the beaches are empty and there is no cover charge to access them. Provincetown is one of the only places on the East Coast that you can watch the sun set over the water and it is wonderful sight to behold. After watching one of the classic sunsets on the bay, I was ready to go back to the site to shower up and get ready for the evening. I ended up spending a couple hours cleaning camper and before I knew it, it was almost midnight. I soon fiybd nysekf headed toward town, wanting to take Loki but leaving him behind to watch the RV. Provincetown at night is a trip. There are your standard freaks during the day, but at night the real bizarre soul takes over the streets. I walked the mile from my site over to Commercial Street and made my way towards the world famous Governor Bradford. With a thick fog rolling off the bay and into town, I mosied along slowly, taking in the sights. Mainly it was young, punkish white girls and boys all hopped up on MDMA and trying to sell their wares. I had debated long and hard over taking any money out at all but ended up with $20 in my pocket to see what fun I could stir up. That would leave me with $50 for those who are keeping track. I stopped off at ***** Pizza on the way through town and downed a couple of slices since I hadn’t eaten all day. Seems like a central meeting spot and they serve great pizza late into the night. Policemen roamed the streets but didn’t seem to pay any mind to the activities of the evening. I got to the Governot Bradford and bellied up to the bar. It was Drag Karioke night and the crown was thin. I ordered a pint of Guinness and a pack of Camels. I hadn’t been smoking for the past 2 months but suddenly got the urge back. After paying the barkeep, I was left with a few lonely bills in my pocket. Cigarettes seemed like a good idea at the time even though I shokuldn’t be dropping change onthe gfilthy habit. I find them delicious though and they make a good substitute for solid food when necessary. Anyway, I sat back and watched the steady line of amateur singers hit the stage while enjoying my tasty beverage and smoke. The evening wound up around 2am after I had been repeatedly propositioned
by various queens and transvestites. when I was about to get up and
leave, a 250lb. 5’2” Queen got up and closed out the evening with a beautiful
rendition of Patsy Clines “Walking After Midnight” that almost brought
tears to my eyes. I counted this as a good omen since I had almost
stayed ub this evening. I soonmade my way out to the street with
a wide grin and true joy in my heart for being out in the streets and feeling
alive again...
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