shes got a ticket to ride...
pillows and blankets. cigarettes and bottled water.
piling into the lincoln towncar.
music to get us in the mood.
crazy driving, finding the freeway.
so much love so much happiness in the seats next to eachother.
group singing. marley tunes. we be jammin.
laughter and thoughts.
paranoid big J. theres a car behind us. and a cop ten minutes back.
dinner at sonic. the late night hang out in hick town.
making it to dallas way late.
everyone is sleeping in piles on the floor.
we take a walk. at the corner we sit and its peace.
back at the house we are locked out.
we get back in the lincoln and think.
no sleep. too too cold.
we wake. so many people. showers and things.
and we are on the road again.
Elm St. hell yea. sweet salon. we set up.
meet some rastafarians. its tight.
lucnh at a pizzeria. conversations always lead us on the same direction.
cocktail waitress. tiny crackers on a serving tray.
offering food. eating more of it. dancing. kush oil.
awesome. shots around the world.....odwalla. superfood.
we are a family.
goldy. raphael. alex. lauren. me.
back home we have jason and chris.
then its time to go back to the house.
we can't find the freeway. all kinds of lincolns. we fit right in.
the night scene is ridiculous. we love it.
a 45 minute trip turns into four hours.
there are only two ways to el dorado. we picked the wrong one.
frustrated. laughing. stressed. oy.
we are there. they don't believe our story.
the next morning its four hours back to houston.
we've spent so so much time in the car.
i drive fast. and we are all happy.
we sleep. then we go to the park.
we feel spirits. and she is among us. jason and i are freaked out. and goldy wants to leave.
we find another park.
and then we sleep.
the last two days have been about all of us.
this makes sense.
we need this, all of us.
im am in awe.
peace, melissa.