from Alabama to Texas where i promptly go to jail, part 1

A little context. the day i went to jail was November 19th 1994. I got to my mom's house perhaps it was the 23rd. approximately 3 days in jail. overheard one guy in jail say that 3 days dead is 7 years in hell. sounds right to me. Let's take a digression a week or so previously i was in a small city in Alabama. i'm unclear which one but a quick consult of a map cd let me know but for now i was as lost in person as i am in recall, and asides from subtle clues that i was in the deep south and not in Houston Dorothy. So earlier that day a guy picked me up at a diner where i had my tarot cards out, hoping to make some sort of contact. Guy drove me to a bar in said small city in Alabama and wished me well. i set up my tarot and offered readings. I guy i read for said he wasn't sure but that i might be able to stay at his house. We walked a long ass way to who the hell knows this hitchhiker dude who is having a chill time, while the guy i am with is worry that his weird roommate wont let me stay. I guess his worries worked cuz the roommate was weirded out by me and said no. this is where it gets weird. The Guy take a slice of paper and draws an automatic map. it involved crossing a graveyard, and turning right at the crown. I have a bag of change of clothes, but i've been in my man in black uniform a couple of days. I walked out of the cemetery as a small cluster of college types all burst into laughter. 1 of them happens to be looking at me as i emerge from the graveyard, dressed all in black, i said "Nothing happened." and walked away while he tried to tell his friends what that just missed. i got to the crown, which was a liquor store sign. i turned right and a house was obviously the place. weird music played and i suddenly felt really shy. i sat on the curb and had the nerves. "I have this map, you see…". a couple came out and asked me WTF but in a kindly way. i guess the party was winding down, i was offered a a spot on the patio, with some bedding. The music could have been Nurse With Wound, it could have been ethno-musicological recordings. Currently i am listening to the last Throbbling Gristle record before their breakup and re-union and who knows how things stand now that Stinky is dead. But Heathen Earth is haunting and beautifull, recorded before a select audience. Cosy Fanny Tuti is my greatest inspiration as a guitarist. (short list: Mary D'Nellon of the Virgin Prunes, Robert Quine of the Voidoids Marc Ribot who i first heard on a Tom Waits album. Only really heard Keiji Haino recently, but i would have spent retarded amounts of money on overpriced imports if i had known.) watch this space for the actually events leading up to a story that has a point. i have my own way of reaching the point but stick w/ me and we'll get to jail in Beaumont TX, we'll get out, we'll even get to my mom's house and finish this piece off w/ the poem i wrote about coming home after going all the way. It ends "Well, that's not funny, me and my frenz, dig, we're going home."