Chapter 25
Friday, June 15, 2007
  at times the quiet was nice
I just drove back home from the Armory, up Smith Street and past the capitol, all lit up. Inside the state legislature is working on approving the fiscal budget. It's crunch time on Capitol Hill; the news trucks are all parked up and down the road, antennas lifted high in the night sky.

Just another cool experience of living in Providence. I should be completely out of my apartment by tomorrow; I'm going to miss Smith Hill if only because of the cool drive/walk home, especially at night, from the East Side. Up past the historic State House, the seat of Democracy. The seat of democracy for Rhode Island. And it's not so much the seat of "democracy" as the seat of "Rhode Island Democracy." There's a difference. But I digress. My point was that at night the lights look cool.

I'm moving into my new apartment tomorrow, over on the much louder/livelier west side. We don't have internet, and I don't know when we're going to get it. And this weekend and the early part of next week is so busy that it might be a while before I have time to check in online.

In a way I'm nervous. But then again, I'm kind of looking forward to it. (I'm talking about about everything).

But hey, here goes nothin'. Peace out playaz...
 
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