Fragments
Gluttonized, suburbanized, and pussyfied.What happened to the guy that used to eat skulls on the shores of the niger river? or the guy who danced a celestial dance naked in the moonlight under presumptions that other naked apparitions would sweep him away into his own perverse, uncodified empyrean. It's difficult to witness an existence envenomed by the laws of humanity. Now, the woods are indifferent by the strike of a match or the shatter of a glass. Everything used to be a little less tangible, harder to pick up. and the spirit that used to travel along with it is now emaciated. ultraviolets used to beam down on the enigma leaving traces of soot that resembled remnants of a bonfire. however,taking shape and form is hard to do; axioms have to be established, distance nonexistent, and skepticism, sarcasm, cynicism, and subjectiveness all irrelevant...
...three in the morning has always been my favorite time. everything seems to be permitted to those who want it to be. At this time three weeks ago, i was in boston sitting on a curb at seven eleven. I was as white as the chastity belt mary wore, now i'm as burnt as the ashes of a jew in a crematory. That's what happens to fellas that come out west...
..."the distance varies, if you take route 64 west, like we's doin, you're headed to st.louis Missoura. now, this 264 south we're coming up on takes us on into memphis tennessee." this guy would not shut the fuck up. i swear to God he's told me every route imaginable on every highway we've passed since pennsylvania. I couldn't conceal it anymore.
"what the hell is that?!"
"What the hell does it look like, Bill."
"You can't be drinking booze in here."
"Why not? Been drinking it ever since we left Boston. You want some?"
"Hell no! They'd take my truck'n licsense for sure if they caught me drink'n in this rig."
"Well, suit yourself."
"What ya drinking?"
"McCormick Whiskey?"
"McCormick WHiskey? Awww, that's some nasty shit, boy?"
"Ever had it?"
"Hell yes I've had it. in my day, i've dranken about everything you could imagine. Just can't do it now; with the big rig and al'?
"A little sip isn't gonna hurt you that much. And don't you think it would make this long fuck'n drive a little easier?"
"No, I better not. This is a good job and I don't wanna fuck it up."
"You told me you've been driving this thing for the last six years.What kind of truck driver are you? I don't think you've been driving this thing for very long. Because if you have, you'd take a fuck'n sip!"
"SHit, alright. Pass it over!"...
... Who fucking knew that big bill was a recovering alcoholic. He started drinking in Indianapolis and kept on past St.Louis. We must have stopped six times so he could reload. About twenty miles outside of St.Louis, he reared up on a Saturn going 90 miles an hour; he told me he was going to plow over "little wheels." I was pretty fucked up too, at the time, so encouraged him. Coincidentally, he ran "little wheels" off the road. Ten minutes later a state trooper picked us up. It was hysterical! First, Bill started bawling and apologizing, then he kept insisting that it wasn't him who was driving. Supposedly, I was his nephew and he was trying to teach me how to drive an eighteen wheeler. I got flustered and didn't know how to down shift. Being that the cop was fucking idiot, he bought story and let us off. Bill, drunk and tired, stopped off at a motel in Columbia...
(story will be continue...sorry they are segments. I'm not good at transitions, so i thought i could do better if fragmented it)
...three in the morning has always been my favorite time. everything seems to be permitted to those who want it to be. At this time three weeks ago, i was in boston sitting on a curb at seven eleven. I was as white as the chastity belt mary wore, now i'm as burnt as the ashes of a jew in a crematory. That's what happens to fellas that come out west...
..."the distance varies, if you take route 64 west, like we's doin, you're headed to st.louis Missoura. now, this 264 south we're coming up on takes us on into memphis tennessee." this guy would not shut the fuck up. i swear to God he's told me every route imaginable on every highway we've passed since pennsylvania. I couldn't conceal it anymore.
"what the hell is that?!"
"What the hell does it look like, Bill."
"You can't be drinking booze in here."
"Why not? Been drinking it ever since we left Boston. You want some?"
"Hell no! They'd take my truck'n licsense for sure if they caught me drink'n in this rig."
"Well, suit yourself."
"What ya drinking?"
"McCormick Whiskey?"
"McCormick WHiskey? Awww, that's some nasty shit, boy?"
"Ever had it?"
"Hell yes I've had it. in my day, i've dranken about everything you could imagine. Just can't do it now; with the big rig and al'?
"A little sip isn't gonna hurt you that much. And don't you think it would make this long fuck'n drive a little easier?"
"No, I better not. This is a good job and I don't wanna fuck it up."
"You told me you've been driving this thing for the last six years.What kind of truck driver are you? I don't think you've been driving this thing for very long. Because if you have, you'd take a fuck'n sip!"
"SHit, alright. Pass it over!"...
... Who fucking knew that big bill was a recovering alcoholic. He started drinking in Indianapolis and kept on past St.Louis. We must have stopped six times so he could reload. About twenty miles outside of St.Louis, he reared up on a Saturn going 90 miles an hour; he told me he was going to plow over "little wheels." I was pretty fucked up too, at the time, so encouraged him. Coincidentally, he ran "little wheels" off the road. Ten minutes later a state trooper picked us up. It was hysterical! First, Bill started bawling and apologizing, then he kept insisting that it wasn't him who was driving. Supposedly, I was his nephew and he was trying to teach me how to drive an eighteen wheeler. I got flustered and didn't know how to down shift. Being that the cop was fucking idiot, he bought story and let us off. Bill, drunk and tired, stopped off at a motel in Columbia...
(story will be continue...sorry they are segments. I'm not good at transitions, so i thought i could do better if fragmented it)