BLASTOFF
The pace picked up dramatically and the runs to Richmond for water increased dramatically. The kid I was training to take over the route was perfectly young, dumb and strong. He would be getting the support of the Fort Meade office and he only had to deliver water. They were keeping the phone number 28WATER and answering service for the time being. My accountant’s secretary said I should have held out for a lot more money but the cash down would get me out of town and I paid rent three months in advance in Orlando for a three bedroom apartment about a mile from the warehouse complex campus of Full Sail. I was told that roommates wouldn’t be difficult to find. I told the housing person I wouldn’t mind younger people since I wanted to find out what was going on in the minds of 20 somethings. “You’ve got to be kidding,” she said. I was enrolled in the film program and my 13 month cycle began the middle of June. I would be receiving monthly payments for the next year and everything seemed honky dory. I was being given the opportunity to reinvent myself in a win win situation for everyone involved in the transaction of faith–Faith that if the circumstances present themselves where value exchanged is relevant to all participants, one upmanship or kill or be killed is eliminated from the equation. If anything can figure this out it should be the rational human mind. I bought a bicycle and gave the canoe to Decker. “You can lead a horse to water but you cannot make it drink.” Rupert adds, “You can fill a head with knowledge but you cannot make it think.” I wanted to learn new things and be a productive member of the mind controlling media. I wanted to make movies that were worthwhile projects. I wanted and wanted and wanted to get out of the outhouse and into the shit.
Everything I couldn’t fit in the back of the truck I gave away. The new bike scrunched in the rear along with a bed, couch, books, trunks of tapes and ten five gallon glass jugs of Mountain Valley Water in plastic stackable crates and a water cooler. I invested in a cell phone when cell phones weren’t cool—but they were expensive to use—big, bulky and the roaming sucked eggs. In early June I was outa there. Ciao.