Night Four - "A Little Teaching and A Little Learning is A Little Living"

The day wore on as I took my leave at The Red House on Poplar. I reserved myself to books and music. This time back in the Big Sky State was a little different. Not as much running around, it was more sedentary. After reading up on The Adventure of Lewis and Clark, and how they are eternally indebted to Sacajawea. There was a great feast lead by the spontaneous cookery of Drew, one of the aforementioned. It was some killer mac and cheese with bacon, onions, and peppers. It was truly gourmet. Then arrived their newest house-mate, who went by the name Easy. He was as his cognomen implied. He was a musician and songwriter as well. He had some very intricate finger picking and lyrical style. So I sat down with him to share or offer anything at all to his struggle with his next line. It turned into a great conversation of philosophizing and then one of jamming. It was a journey we both we're headed on, not sure where we were going but we knew exactly where we wanted to end up. Easy had just moved from Utah, on a prayer and a dream. He had just gotten a job as a door to door vacuum salesmen to make some cash to get his own place to get on his feet. He had every instinctual intention correct, to me at least. He wanted the suffering. He wanted Bukowski's Post Office. At least it seemed to me. Well maybe not that far removed but close. The longing, the desire, the things that make it real and the hope we turn into dreams. It's the lonesome trail that brings us there. "The difference between a poor man and a rich man is that a rich man has money", the ascetic states. "While the rich man keeps the poor man in his state," the revolutionary screams out loud. So there we sat with the candle burning at both ends into the night. We swapped war stories, swiggin' swill from hop and still. "Late to rest and early to rise", was the last thing he said that night.