Takin' a Break
I'm pausing for a moment to regain a little direction. My main characters have just taken up temporary residence in a green VW van in the parking lot outside a Grateful Dead reunion concert (Henry Rollins is filling in for Jerry Garcia). The owner of the van is presumed to have passed out somewhere else, on whatever drugs those people at Grateful Dead concerts take. I'm planning a short narrative history of the van, and I'm trying to decide whether it's a ghost van that follows their concerts ever since its devoutly Dead-Headed owner died in an absurd tie dying accident, or if the van is more like Kit from Nightrider with an artificial intelligence that just happens to be infatuated with Phil Lesh. I'm leaning toward the latter, since the last chapter was about escaping from a haunted circus. Maybe there have been enough ghosts already. Only time will tell.