Ghost in the hollow // Chattanooga, TN
There is a ghost in this town, selling what he can to get a pack of smokes and a six pack of goldmine beer.
Drinking every last drop ’till his eyes are crossed and legs are numb, screaming “LORD LORD LORD!” as he’s driving home without a dime in his pocket.
“IF YOU ARE REAL, THEN I AM REAL”
He was born too far from home to sleep in his own bed, too far from home to remember his lovers
Too far from home to wear the hat that everybody knew.
He is a ghost now that haunts these streets and bars, haunting himself.
Marcel T. Hudson, The ghost in the hollow.
I have been in Tennessee for almost three weeks now, I drove down here with everything I own in the back of the Volkswagon Golf and I honestly haven’t given much thought about the reality that I am living in right now. The reality is that I am in Tennessee, I moved away from my family and an awesome group of friends that will be impossible to replace. I moved away from everything that felt comfortable and safe. So the question is “now what”. What am I going to do with this new life that I chose? Stay tuned to find out! This post is the beginning of something new. You’re welcome to experience this journey with me.
Chattanooga, TN // Silhouette in Garage