Typewriter in hand, I went from bar to bar. Drinking whiskey and smoking cheap cigars. After I lost my job, I decided I wanted to become a poet, a travelin’ poet nonetheless.
First things first, I sold most of my stuff and boarded the first plane towards the land of the free, America. I had a friend in Texas who would look after me for a while, until I knew what my next plans would be. I brought only a few sets of clothes, money and my […]