Zachchildree

The Life and Times of Zach Childree
2002-05-01 22:11:22 (UTC)

Finding the light fantastic - May 1st 2002

I start this, my second journal, in the hopes that someone
will someday read the crazed rantings of a no one from
nowhere with nothing.
I write this as the sun starts to hide behind the skirt of trees
that lies to the west of my apartment in Montgomery Alabama. I
thought this town would hold so much for me. I thought that my life
would begin to get so much better. It has in a way but it has gotten
worse in many ways. Rolling out of bed, I found my feet on a cold
wooden floor, the squares of wood teasing my slowly awakening senses.
As I peeked at myself in the mirror I saw my hair pressed against one
side of my hair and I smiled at myself, not wanting the first glimpse
of myself discourage me from the rest of the day.

The rest of the day seemed to be discouraging enough.

I Worked up the nerve to approach my manager about borowing some
money to be able to pay rent this weekend, and she said that she
would see if she had the money to give me on friday, so That was one
thing encourageing. I work on my scene with Tim and Ava and Roger
tonight, it will be the last time we are able to work on it before
out performance tommorow night.




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