VanGogh

I didn't need a test to tell me i'm a traveller's soul. i move around a lot. i've not had a stable residence since sept. '04. i sleep on friends' couches and under workspaces. i sleep in 747's and greyhounds. i sleep in the passenger seat somewhere between medford and ashland and i'll even sleep in the bed of a Ford Ranger at a truck stop just to be sure that she has enough space to rest well.
I love to go out. i dig staying in. i'll drink you under the table, but won't be long in following you there. I'll let you talk my one good ear off, but i won't bend yours. i'll be the friend that'll help you move all your stuff to Jacksonville, Florida in a U-Haul, and i'll make sure we get to Los Angeles in time for you to get to work by 9am. from new orleans.
I give away cigarettes to make friends on the street. I'll dance with total strangers, and wait to be talked into dancin' with friends. i dig red wine, hard lemonaide, cider, tequila, whisky and moonshine. i like lime kool-aid, tea and coffee: black. i hate that i like Myspace so much. i play my guitar where i can for spare change. i'll play it for friends for a laugh.
i'm searching for direction. i feel like i'm not the only one. i've accomplished a lot, but still feel like it's not enough.
i'm simple. i'm easy. i flip a coin to decide which way to go when i drive in the car. i'll probly flake on you at least once. but i'll definately feel guilty for it.