Invisible Tides of Highways
California's great, just don't turn your back on it. Creep alongside the wall and don't let it out of your sight.
-A Silicon Valley computer programmer I met in San Jose
On this trip I visited a castle of antiquities that seemed to float in the clouds. I also ran out of money and slept in the handicap stall of a motel bathroom. I got a ride to San Francisco from a crazed dental hygenist, partied with scumfuck punks in a freight train yard, and met a homeless fortune teller who looked like Rasputin. He flipped the cards and said, "You need to stop kissing ass!"
It was a picaresque journey through all strata of travelling society. I was disgusted by some things I saw and inspired by others. I wish I were still out there, that my bouts of freedom weren't so limited. Fortunately my head is swimming with new ideas and plans. I will try to write about it all soon.
In the end I never made it to Los Angeles, but that's an excuse to go back someday.