TRAVEL TO LIVE

“TRAVEL TO LIVE”

BY SHEB SCHEBELLA

Took a little trip to see a friend but by the time I got there he had already died and they said he wont be coming back again in this life, so I hopped a train to Mexico lived in Rossarita for over a year until I got fed up drinking Pacifico Beer. Bought a T-shirt at the airport and a travel book I will never read, and hopped a plain to Bangladesh, just because it’s there I guess, met a Hindu in a pin stripe suit that drove a cherry red Cadillac, I did not care for his music so I made my own way to Bombay, met an Irish girl and rented a car but, we never really planned on going that far, had a great time even though she was gay but, for some damn reason she shagged me anyway. I ended up in Michigan to see my gramps, all he talked about was belly cramps; so I caught a train to L.A. even though it was a little out of the way, but it was worth it because I met a hooker on vacation from France and for 7 days I was in her pant's, now I’m back home all alone with my feet up on the couch watching boring ass TV wondering how to get out, I guess I will try to make my way to Spain ain’t never been there they tell me it’s nice, before I go I will have a slice of rhubarb pie then grab a ticket for the sky, because if I sit here much longer I will go insane, better keep moving and stay a head of the pain don’t want anything more to infect my brain, ok I guess here I come Spain.