Well, here I am. Savannah, Georgia. Why I chose this place, I'll never know. I spent my whole life trying to get away from Georgia, and look where I end up. Nothing to show for my life so far but a duffel bag full of worn out clothes and a degree in English with the ink still wet. No money. No car. Nobody I know here. I never imagined that I would want to write poetry about the south, but I guess everyone is entitled to a career change once in a while.
The first thing I need to do is take stock of my situation. I have $200.00 to my name and no place to stay. I have no job, but I'm sure I can find something around here. As a matter of fact, that garage accross the street with the cute girl in the greasy overalls might need some help. I'll have to keep that in mind, but first I think I'll look around the city a little more.
It is so strange getting used to the idea that I'm in Georgia again. When I left 15 years ago, I swore I'd never return. But then again, I also swore that I would never leave Hawaii, and what did I do? I moved to Johnson City, Tennessee because of a girl who dumped me right after I got there! Talk about your hopeless romantics?
Where is that music coming from? The songs are OK, but that disc jockey has the loudest voice I've ever heard. Actually, his voice is OK, it's just that I can't get used to that drawl. Or is it just my pessamistic imagination playing tricks on me?
What is with all of these gas stations, anyway? I've seen at least a dozen in the last two blocks, but there doesn't seem to be any cars at them. Even the attendants look alike, with their greasy clothes and indifferent attitudes. Check out that one! He looks like he is ready to go on a shooting spree!
Well, I'd better think of my next
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