Friday, April 22, 2011

Tales of the Traveling Twins

I got my first job teaching English overseas at the end of a painful and pathetic period of my life as a drug-addicted degenerate barely surviving in Eugene, Oregon USA. the down-market stimulant of choice for a slew of sad sacks like me who got hooked on uppers and pornography, the ultimate double whammy in the powerful and lethal world of addiction. I went to Eugene to be with my identical twin brother, Marlon, who had purchased a mobile home there and who, like me, had been traveling for many years on dead-end escape routes to nowhere. Wanderlust had seduced the Tanner twins long ago. It propelled us along our converging our roads of self-destruction, driving us to the brink of madness in the twisted twin tales we would forever share.

Eugene was a relatively pleasant and livable American city filled with plenty of decent people. Most of the ordinary folks who put down roots there must certainly have enjoyed satisfying lives in the serene and slow-moving community. As the second largest municipality in Oregon, Eugene offered its residents a splash of big-city culture mixed with a touch of small-town charm. The city boasted scenic parks, quaint neighborhoods, and trendy redevelopments in the uptown and downtown areas, but the sleepy burg would always be known first and foremost as a blue-ribbon collegiate town, with the University of Oregon football team topping the talk-of-the-town list. The Ducks provided a source of great pride and solidarity among the townspeople from bankers and barristers to bums on the street. The Ducks were their team. They belonged to college football and it belonged to them.

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