Only one bad thing about traveling; the return to home, like a crash landing. Broke, burnt-out, mosquito-bitten, bad breathed, and culture shocked. All things of consequence mortgaged to finance six months of vagrant bliss, which suddenly and inevitably spirals back to this. Home.
Car sold, apartment relinquished, girlfriend gone, savings account on a horrible downward trajectory. Couch surf and search for employment. Scour the wants everyday and circle promising ads. Administrative Assistant. Busboy. Delivery. Sales Associate.
Fifty applicants per ad. Forced by desperation to accept something temporary perhaps. Like the graveyard shift at the Donut Hut. Just until something better comes along.
In the middle of the night, at Donut Hut, there are a few quiet moments. Eyes closed, the sounds of the video games take over, shooting, pinging and dinging. Step right up and witness the GREATEST SHOW on EARTH!! The Ringling Brothers, Barnum and Bailey’s Circus pinball machines announces over and over when nobody is playing it. The only way to stop it is to tape an out of order sign on the front and unplug it. Enjoy these quiet moments, channeling past adventures and planning future ones. Live the moment has been mantra, but living the moment in Donut Hut is difficult. Relegate the moment to a later time. Relive past moments. Just until something better comes along.