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      9/30/01 - Holy Americana. This whole neighborhood belongs in a painting, I swear. I woke up this morning and walked outside to be greeted by the sound of church bells. There's a church about two doors down from this house, and it was in full swing. I stood there on the front porch, smoking a cigarette, and watching all the people roam there all dressed up in their Sunday best. The flag on the front of the house waved lazily in the morning breeze, and I watched a pair of little kids in khakis and windbreakers run across the grass up to the church steps. Their mothers followed casually behind, completely oblivious to my eyes following them. It was all so surrealistic, as though I was getting to observe the very foundation of a staple of American culture under glass.

      For the first time in my life, too, I actually felt adult. I mean, I have my own place now. That, in and of itself, is enough to be considered somewhat adult, but I pay for it myself. I pay for my truck. Being adult means having adult responsiblities, I suppose. I just realized that not only do I, but I take care of them now. You might say that I was adult in the military, but it's hard to be considered adult when someone comes to tell you if your room is clean or not. Really, though. I mean my big thing right now is I have to get a plant.

      Nothing all too new here, though. My weekend has been good so far, spent it in good company. Got a little trashy last night, and today my head has a tack in it somewhere that hurts. Oh well, that's the price you pay. I've also developed a master plan for this place, as far as furniture and all that. Now I just need to hit the lottery, and I'll be able to afford everything I want to do. If not, though, I might just have to hit the Salvation Army. Second hand, that's still good enough.

      Besides that, though, work is still good. My boss broke down and started wearing sock this week. It's like fall just decided to make it's presence known all at once. The leaves are all turning, it looks really cool when you drive around. The little bits of color fall from the branches and litter the road, stirred up by passing cars. I wish I had a sports car once in a while, so I could do the commercial scene and whip down the backroads with a flurry of color behind me. It's all good, though, I just roll around now and enjoy it in my big truck. If I did have a sports car, anyhow, I'd probably go too fast to enjoy the scenery.

      Alrighty, I'm off. Need to go and rent a movie. If I'm lucky, too, I'll find a plant.

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