This is a similar view I had from my bohemian apartment.
Old photograph of Boulder, Colorado
My second-story apartment looks like the building across from the third carriage that is going West.
Pearl Street Mall
It was as close as I
would ever get to living a Bohemian life.
I worked as little
as possible and just lived as much as I could.
It was the kind of
existence which I had read about in books by Henry Miller, and by other writers
and artists.
Like George Orwell’s
Down And Out In Paris.
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At first, I had
slept on the hardwood floor of this bohemian abode close to the front door
entrance, then I moved up in the world, and
slept on a slab of wood with metal posts holding it up, but so near to the
entrance of the apartment that visitors had to watch where they walked or they
would plow into it---
Or me if I was
sleeping.
My back was good
back then.
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Next, I moved up to
the attic---beneath a skylight---and
slept on something more like a bed.
At least it was
soft.
I climbed a metal
ladder to get to this new nest of my bohemian apartment.
I could climb out
through the skylight’s windows to sit or sleep on the rooftop of the apartment.
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Below the apartment was a pawn shop, and right
next door to this pawn shop was a cowboy bar that played all types of music.
It was called Shannon’s Bar, and later took on a different
name, but I forget what it was.
I heard that Bob
Dylan and Kinky Friedman sometimes went there to hang out when they were in
town.
I liked it when there was a band playing the blues.
I would order just
one beer, and make it last the whole time that I was there.
I’m surprised I
didn’t get asked to leave when I didn’t buy more than just one drink, but there
were plenty of other revelers doing that.
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My life in the
apartment was a sedentary one.
I spent hours and hours
reading while listening to a FM classical music station.
It was in this
apartment that I had read Moby Dick
for the first time.
I was twenty-four.
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To take a break from
my reading, I would go downstairs, go outside, and take walks along Pearl
Street, or anywhere, just to stretch my legs, and see what was happening in the real world.
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One afternoon I took
my stroll down Pearl Street, and talked with Moonies, Buddhists, Hare
Krishna, Children of God, and
Scientologists.
Yes, all during one
walk!
I was curious about
Scientology, so I went up to the Scientology office, and listened to a guy talk
about it.
I wasn’t that
impressed
I politely said thank you, and left.
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I think it was on
this day that a guy with a dog (and not a religion) said to me:
“I don’t like humans. Only dogs.”
I agreed with him, and returned to my apartment.
IT’S ABOUT RENEWABLE
RESOURCES!
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