I left yesterday.
The car got stuffed full of boxes and backgrounds
and the second I got on the highway
the skies opened up gray and poured down rain.
it was so strange to come here
knowing that this was to be my home
and the clouds pushed me out
on a wave of water
and the whole thing was just some kind of dream.
I felt like I was baptized in the rainstorm
and the lightning lit the way
so here I am
in a crappy motel on a dingy side of town
watching Simpsons reruns on a 19” TV
and knowing that I’ll fall asleep soon
closing my eyes as a guest
and opening them up in the morning as a resident