THE WESTERN FRONT

Going to post random shit bits from the WESTERN FRONT I have a stack of writings and a whole note book, some are dated others not. I will write them here just as they are written there. When I left Ohio I felt the excitement of fear, the opportunity of rage and a little sadness. When I left Colorado in a blurred rush I stacked all the loose bits and wrapped them with a rubberband. This is the first one, the one on top (I'm going in order of stack not by date)

Dec 23 11
Christmas Eve Morning. Sitting at the Aspen Hospital looking for free coffee sitting with a couple of Hobos. Chevy, the old man, and the other old man. At 8 O'clock we go to the day center and start cooking "I'm like any other guy---I like hardcore porn"-old man. Just another day working the streets of Aspen. Waiting for the cooking to begin. Just another day. We should write a vulture and say "lend and tell me what a whole I'm in."

Note: Eventually Im taking all these notes and together and filling in the peices for a book of sorts, these are direct notes and more to come.