For Saturday, the movie Paul with Simon Pegg is pretty good too, but it’s a bit of froth next to Norton’s Motherless.

Anyway, standing on the motel stairs at night I though of something else. So often in my mind I go back to that rain-soaked sleeping bag. But there’s actually a memory better suited to these times.

I got my first Master’s and I did not succeed in turning it to the perfect radio job. After a space of failure, I gave up and headed west again, this time to Boulder.

I got a wonderful job at first. It paid nothing at all, but I would have hours and hours and hours to myself in a lab called Kinko’s. I made art with color Xerox machines and learned some computing and stocked up on postits notes as pilferage. I usually had three or four days a week off to go driving every road in Colorado.

But the wage wasn’t sustainable and it began to fall apart because of that. I had two more jobs in ‘printing’ that didn’t pay any better and sucked considerably worse.

So she and I learned to drive big trucks, eventually, and had no bills, no apartment, and started piling up money hand over fist.

I drove in various forms for almost three years and I made my last run on Christmas 1996, with about ten G’s in cash.

The main thing I bought was a van. The main thing I bought was time and the roads I chose myself without a dispatcher.

Finally I decided on Albuquerque as the place to stop. The money was running low. I got some temp work driving and doing a few other things. I slept in my van. I got a gym membership for showers. And I started looking for something better, with increasing desperation.

I found it, but that’s not why I’m telling the story.

It’s that in-between time, with spotty income and not being sure, that relates to today, to these nights.

The whole point then was what it had been for years. Find that job that pays well enough, but more importantly, find that job where you could shine without incurring too much brain damage. Find the last best place.

It was libraries, part two, but I didn’t know it for many lean months.

Now much later I have stacked up a similar amount of cash and I’m living raw and cheap trying to make it last until …

But the until this time, for the first time, isn’t a job.

In fact the whole point is to not have a job anymore. The true freedom of the promised land.

It’s not going to happen without some serious asset liquidation, but that’s more or less where I’m pointed today.

This post is for Saturday.

But it is very much Sunday.