Terminous, CA

World, if you are out there? I believe that you are. I am hanging out in a trailer with Bob "Blockhead" Paverud. He tells me that Paverud is a shortened version of his Norwegian ancestral family name. The other version contains twenty five character's and is unpronounceable. He's watching a show on fishing right now and nursing a tall cold one. Take me completely serious when I say that I am in plain view of him as I write this. He can't read or write though so I'm courageous enough in my attempt of blogging about him. His eyes are thin and dark like some beast human hawk. You might die if you look at his eyes for too long? His head a block, and his face coerced with sun and cigarette smoke, weathered like iron.

I had to take a break from writing this because he was calling me a pussy. I showed him some porn and we took our time with some cigarettes out on the porch. Now there is some re-run boxing on and I think bob is drunk? He's carrying on about how lame this place is. Terminous is a tiny trailer park a little south of Sacramento. The surrounding area is all farm lands and running down it's guts, the Delta river. The only interesting thing in the whole area are the people who occupy it. They are all travelers and workers. Derelicts. Not knowing of their purpose or special interests. Not aware of metacognition. Filled with Dipsomnia and confusion. They carry on in their niche and are satisfied. I look up at Bob and he glances my way. I wait for him to speak and he does. "Tank Abbot is gonna fuck Kimbo Slice up, Fuck i'm gonna buy that fight."

He later went on to tell me about how he worked for a company down south that made windows for yachts and that he personally designed a window with a playboy bunny on it that they installed on Hugh Hefner's yacht. He got into his coke days and that he loved to smoke coke but never shot it. The first time he smoked coke he became "lopsided". He claims later on he sold coke and had like a hundred pounds of it under his bed. Along with 250,000 dollars. He loves to talk. He goes on and on. I hope someday I have a mustache like his.