Home...
People from all over america ride greyhound. Bums, hippies, drug addicts, thugs, punks, working class husbands and wives, entire families, teens, twenty-somethings, and the elderly. I even rode with an amish family. Everyone unique and with their own story. Going home, going nowhere, going to a concert, family crisis, running from something, and so on. A million different reasons for a million different people, and the one unifying fact that brings them together - not a single one of them can afford a plane ticket.
This thought brought me joy on the stretch from stl to kc. Had one half-read copy of junky and a brand new copy of trigun vol. 2, but I couldn't read either of them since neither of the lights above my seat worked. The trip lasted just a hair under 12 hours - layover and all. On the first leg I kept trying to sleep only to be dipped straight into a rem cycle and pulled out just as fast with a start and my chest tightening. After going through this maybe five times I gave up completely. Watched out the black windows trying to read the milemarkers and approximating time until dawn. It was shortly after sunrise when we pulled into KC. That station looks drasticly different in the light. Last time through was around eleven pm, the night before thanksgiving. Spent just over an hour in that ungodly place before boarding through gate two for omaha.
With no time keeping device, I've found I can't judge time. The naps, the reading, and staring at the endless unrolling scenery somehow compounded into a singularity, which I realized near the end of the trip when I knew I slept, but honestly couldn't say how much. At one point a man got booted somewhere in Iowa(?) for lighting up a smoke in the bathroom. Dumbass...
And now I'm home. Feels sort of strange. It seems the more time I spend out of omaha, the more I want to leave. I mean, omaha's not the worst place on earth, but I've just become incredibly bored with it. It is better than living in a greyhound bus, though.
What was seen of the Tool show was nothing short of incredible - Missed In Flames - Worked at Pearl Express - Learned how to make sushi - Learned something new about cars - Discovered that Jen and I can be on time to things - Watched Event Horizon again ('where we're going, we don't need eyes to see.')
I'm there's much more, but I don't have it in me to elaborate. Sleep is getting here soon. Good.
This thought brought me joy on the stretch from stl to kc. Had one half-read copy of junky and a brand new copy of trigun vol. 2, but I couldn't read either of them since neither of the lights above my seat worked. The trip lasted just a hair under 12 hours - layover and all. On the first leg I kept trying to sleep only to be dipped straight into a rem cycle and pulled out just as fast with a start and my chest tightening. After going through this maybe five times I gave up completely. Watched out the black windows trying to read the milemarkers and approximating time until dawn. It was shortly after sunrise when we pulled into KC. That station looks drasticly different in the light. Last time through was around eleven pm, the night before thanksgiving. Spent just over an hour in that ungodly place before boarding through gate two for omaha.
With no time keeping device, I've found I can't judge time. The naps, the reading, and staring at the endless unrolling scenery somehow compounded into a singularity, which I realized near the end of the trip when I knew I slept, but honestly couldn't say how much. At one point a man got booted somewhere in Iowa(?) for lighting up a smoke in the bathroom. Dumbass...
And now I'm home. Feels sort of strange. It seems the more time I spend out of omaha, the more I want to leave. I mean, omaha's not the worst place on earth, but I've just become incredibly bored with it. It is better than living in a greyhound bus, though.
What was seen of the Tool show was nothing short of incredible - Missed In Flames - Worked at Pearl Express - Learned how to make sushi - Learned something new about cars - Discovered that Jen and I can be on time to things - Watched Event Horizon again ('where we're going, we don't need eyes to see.')
I'm there's much more, but I don't have it in me to elaborate. Sleep is getting here soon. Good.