The Saga Forward
By: Michael Butorovich
Tags: Writers Life, Life, Gonzo, Ｍedium, Photos

I left California knowing there was no turning back. I planned to reach Phoenix, where it’s live or die.

I called my friend Ryan asking if he’d watch my backpack, that way bumming it on the street was less of a hassle in terms of mobility and my laptop could be safe. “I knew this would happen when you moved out here. Why don’t you get a job?”

A job is not the issue. When you’re living on a couch it can be difficult to focus with all the outside noise; lots of outside noise and interference from folks who’ve never actually taken writing and content production seriously. Most believe they know, only if they truly did then I would’ve had MENTAL space all along.

Unfortunately, until I’m making an actual income on writing and photo then all my endeavors appear as a joke that can be interrupted without apology.

“Hey, Short, check this out”

“Short, watch”

“You’re thinking too much”

“Don’t concentrate so hard”

“Listen to this”

Those phrases always air when my eyes are on a notebook or editing a photo. Instead of being rude because I’m not isolated to a room for work and my presence isn’t really present, I watch, listen, or explain what has me so fucking focused while still making sense of it myself. That turns into three to five minutes of wasted time and another couple of moments returning to that vein of thought which is now nearly lost. I’ve been dealing with that long enough in Cali. Once my patients broke I gathered my shit and dipped.

Had I not popped a blood vessel in my foot after jumping off a rock ledge I would’ve been out photographing all the significant locations around here and had some nice material for my readers. I also would’ve had a part-time job more likely than not. If I had a car that would be helpful, only I rely on the bus which means walking all over on a foot that needs to heal.

Monitoring a mischievous kitten and chasing her doesn’t help recovering either, and it’s not my cat (two), nor my apartment.

“Make sure the cat doesn’t go in the room and crawl under the bed”

“Don’t let the cats eat each others food”

“You can’t mop or clean? just sit there writing or editing your videos?”

I chased the cat around, fed the cats, did the dishes, always take out the trash before its mentioned, scrubbed my shit out of the toilet and I’m finally getting to work again, or half way, wherever the fuck I am with a project.

My only solution was parting from that pad. It seems as though Ryan doesn’t want to help store my things and I wont be bothering him. Now, I was lucky enough to grab a hotel so I can arrange production and schedule enough for release should I lose access to the internet.

I made a film titled ‘Long Time Comin’ a collage of footage over the years. Going into a new chapter causes the other to close; this feature is a kind of segue into the current moment.

My first week in town I looked up some history which I’ll be writing about. Looks like my adventures and trials on the street will also be going into prose.

It’s been a minute since I’ve recorded some new rhymes. Though I don’t have a proper mic I’m improvising with my NERO program that allows me to isolate audio from video into a separate file. We’ll see how it goes.

Then there’s my dirty movie channel (Pornhub). Most people I know want to hear why? Well, I’ve always been a horny son of a bitch, missed out on much affection for being too weird and for the fact that others get off to me is pleasing to know.

Were I on drugs then my situation would be in a whole different realm. I don’t even drink as I once did.

Going from hotel to hotel under much angst and distress about a year an a half ago gave me more knowledge of self and I’m doing what I need to do.

Anyone who’d like to show some love and send a couple bucks would be most appreciated. Time is burning and I need to move on to the next task. Thanks for reading, and even if you can’t send cash hit that like button 50 times so Medium can pay me, lol.

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Much love,

Short