I think I've earned it. Two solid weeks of work. And traveling, man. Traveling all across this great land of ours (i.e. Scotland). Going to small town after small town.
Where was I today? Lanark? It was a two courtroom courthouse. I can actually use the quaint word "courthouse" here. Two courtrooms! That's some Mayberry shit. And I saw some "criminal" cases. It was all drunk ASBO crap. Just like Otis the Town Drunk.
8000 people live there. I wouldn't mind living in one of these small towns. I would assume that the housing would be cheaper than Glasgow. Not that Glasgow is particularly expensive.
And just fucking...I don't know...hanging out with Floyd the Barber and shit. Going to the livestock auction. It would be awesome.
Going to Glasgow tomorrow. Case will probably be cancelled. Then come home for some sweet, sweet napping.
Airdrie later in the week. Possibly Ayr as well. These places don't mean anything even to an English person. I suspect that most Scottish people aren't even familiar with many of these places. But it's still nice to go and see these little inbred villages.
Any hot inbred babes? No, not that I've seen. But you see some interesting people. There was a kid out for a walk with his grandfather. The grandfather had a cane and the kid was walking with a big stick that he found. Wanted to imitate his grandfather.
Lot of old people about. Of course, I'm walking around during the day. Lunch time. Or like 9.30 or 4.00 when working-age people tend to be at work.
Don't see many men in suits. And I don't think these places see many newcomers. And Americans? Forget it. How many Americans are going to Lanark? I'm quite possibly the only American these people will ever see. So it's exciting for everyone.
It goes to show that you can do stuff if you just take the risk. Sure, you might fail but at least you can say that you tried.
And people move all the time. That's what my lady friend always said when I'd go on this rant about how awesome I am because I moved to England. But she didn't move. That's the thing. Most people don't. They lack that pioneer spirit.
All of those loser classmates. We were in the same classes. Same school. Same teachers. So why did they stay in the ghetto and I'm chilling in Lanark?
But yeah, people move. They didn't all stay in the ghetto. A good few moved. Not to Scotland but even Michigan is a good move. 150 miles away. Something like that. Why not? Soak up the culture of Michigan.
Sleepyflower moved to Taiwan. Nobody says, "Hey, Sleepyflower is a crappy English teacher working for peanuts" they say, "Hey, Sleepyflower moved to Taiwan. That's cool."
Then of course there's Elin Rutherford who moved to Afghanistan to join the Taliban or whatever. Not a choice I approve of but at least she moved.
What's his name...oh, Chitty. He moved to London from, I think, Manchester. Yeah, he's back in Manchester now but at least he moved for a while. Saw something else, you know? Expanded his horizons.
That's what moving does. You stay in the same place, you get a very blinkered view of the world. You move and you see how other people live. See how things are done elsewhere. You see the things that are better and the things that are worse than what happens in your hometown/home country.
People say this about travelling. But if it's true for travelling, how much moreso for moving?
You know who else moved a lot? Ernest Hemingway. Also from Chicago. Moved to Paris and Cuba and shit. Check it out on Wikipedia.
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