by Travis Mateer
After snowing earlier this week, it’s now raining steadily, so I’m writing a VERY frustrated blog post INSIDE instead of trying to sell my shit at the garage sale I didn’t want to have in the first place because I’m moving into my truck at the end of this month.
Yesterday started off pretty good with my phone call into Aaron Flint’s radio show, and I had some good conversations in decent weather as I promoted the evolution of my independent journalism into the puppet show this clown world deserves, but by the end of the night I was viewing a mentally ill woman yelling in the middle of the street holding two trash bags in my rearview mirror as I drove home late dreading the morning and my need to sell off my belongings to pay bills.
One of those bills is for my emergency room visit for the kidney stone I apparently have, which is making it difficult to do basic things, and I don’t have the goddamn time for this medical bullshit, because I have less than a week to get out of ANOTHER living situation, something that has been a reoccurring challenge for the last few years.
Since the weather was decent yesterday I spent some time rolling around downtown in my trash-responder outfit, which intrigued two ladies enough that they asked if they could photograph me. I had been admiring some alley-art the Radius Gallery promotes (after I called them out for taking TIF dollars on Flint’s radio show) when I BECAME art.
Here’s one of the pieces I was looking at, thinking, THAT’S YOU, MISSOULA!
Ok, I should probably go outside now and sit in the truck that will be my home in case someone comes by with money to spend. If that describes YOU, then come by Mount Avenue and Woodford. I’ve got some good shit to sell. And Legos.
If the content I provide six days a week is something you’d like to help cover the cost for me producing, then Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF) is the current online location to do so. Any little bit helps, like the $20 dollar donation I just received. Thank you!
And, as always, thanks for reading!