Never compromise a dream. Do what you must. The fears, beasts, and mountains before you are part of the plan. Stepping stones to a promised land. To a time and place that is so much closer than even you expect. So don't let your eyes deceive you, for even as you read these words, your ship swiftly approaches… -Mike Dooley
|Lemp Mansion Event|
|Lemp Mansion Blues|
When I came back to Indiana I decided to stay with a friend who wasn't all mentally there. I gave him money, bought him cigarettes, fast-food, endured his smoking, and was constantly distracted by the trashy shows he watched on TV. I was becoming dependent and my life was becoming stagnate. I was losing my imagination and had to be around someone who had no ambition. I started to lose my own ambition in favor of being entertained by things that distract me from achieving any kind of goals. Luckily I was building my business because when him and I got into a fight I had to leave.
|Old Fashioned Speakeasy Coolers|
When I left his house I didn't know what to do. I called a homeless shelter because I knew the price of hotels would deplete my funds almost immediately. I didn't qualify to stay there (my license was from a different county). So I stayed in a hostel for a few days. Then I took a Megabus to St. Louis and stayed in a hostel there. It was tough because it costs a lot more to stay in a hostel and generate all my own income on the go.
I then found an apartment in St. Louis that I rented day-to-day that was right next to the Lemp Brewery right across from the Lemp mansion. The Lemp Brewery was shut down after prohibition stuck.
The apartment I stayed at was part of a larger mansion that had a speakeasy under it. After attending a jazz event at the Lemp mansion (where the Lemp family stayed, a few of them killing themselves) I got to go down into the speakeasy. A guy at the Lemp mansion begged me to let him come to the speakeasy. I was skeptical of its existence. It DID exist, and it was pretty cool.
|Hollowed Out Speakeasy TV|
I have a daughter that lives here in Indiana and it's the hardest thing in the world to be away from her. Even when I'm here I can't do things like get her tickets to concerts up in Chicago or down in Indy. If I do manage to buy her anything it's her Mom who takes her. I want to do things I love and not just stuff to get by and earn a menial income. I know my expectation for fiction writing might be unrealistic but I've really got to try. I love telling stories. I love finding out what is going to happen to the characters in my head as they experience this or that situation.
|The Sub-Basement of the Speakeasy|