Tom Waits.....as Tré Waits....

As I walked down the long cold corridor of public storage units today, I could feel from each role up door, a sense of whose stuff was in each one…. I saw faces and movie/stories flash through my mind one by one. Older, younger, divorced, forclosure, children have left….all information flashing through my senses. As I approached my storage unit, I felt….. Stagnated, Put on hold, Revaluation of life’s direction…

Almost everything I own is in a dark hole in East Oakland waiting for me to…. Begin again.

I got the bed out and my printer today and there was the pot with my mothers ashes sitting there looking at me…and when I rolled the door back down I whispered…”Forgive me, but I always take the long way home.”

 Tom Waits.....as Tré Waits....


to wait: – verb (used without object)
1. to remain inactive or in a state of repose, as until something expected happens (often fol. by for, till, or until ): to wait for the bus to arrive.

2. (of things) to be available or in readiness: A letter is waiting for you.

3. to remain neglected for a time: a matter that can wait.

4. to postpone or delay something or to be postponed or delayed: We waited a week and then bought the house. Your vacation will have to wait until next month.

5. to look forward to eagerly: I'm just waiting for the day she will know what she wants and where to bury her sweet mothers remains and then find a great place to call home..