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stranger than fiction ~ November 15, 2003 - 10:09 p.m. I opened a checking account yesterday. I know that sounds like a very minor event, but really it felt pretty large. it's the first bank account I've had in a long time. like four years. the first checking account I've had in longer than that. one of the nice things about not having any bank accounts is that it makes it very hard for the government to keep track of you, know what you're doing and how much money you're making. which is nice if you're, say, living out of a backpack and working odd jobs under the table. one of the pain in the ass things about it is having to borrow a credit card from a friend every time you buy a plane or train ticket online. which, if you're me, you do fairly often. working on a cash-only basis has been good for me. but it was time. and it only really hit me afterwards, when I was walking out of the bank with my new account number tucked into my bag. I'm back. not just back in my hometown, not just back in the restaurant business, but back in the structures of the mainstream world. not in any real written-in-stone sort of a way-- I could still pick up and go at any given time-- but I'm back in the system in a more concrete way than I have been in at least three years. and it feels right, like there's a purpose to this madness. tasks I'm meant to accomplish here. my journey through the underworld. but it's strange, oh yes it's strange. in a way that only the utterly familiar can be.
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