July twelfth
Only a fucking idiot would drive across the country with gas prices the way they are.
So there are two; me and this other guy. For South Dakota, we agreed that i get the right lane and he takes the left. We also have a handshake to promise to keep the rest-stop toilets the way we found them. Thank lords that gas prices keep the South Dakota highways from being the hell of gridlock that they are accustomed to.
Also, money that i am losing on gas is being gained on lodging. For instance! Last night, i spent the night in the fetal position in the back seat of my own beloved automobile, at a truck stop very near to Rockville, Illinois. There was a thunderstorm that went on for six hours, pummeling the thin sheet metal of my car like a story from the bible. I slept terribly, woke up six times in five hours, had a crick in my neck and a leg went numb for the morning. It made me feel very rugged, like a salty sailor man.
Tonight i am in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I was expecting fifty people and two stop lights, but instead there are thousands of people, a throng even, inflaming streetparties all in the name of Harley-Davidson motorcycles. My scene exactly! There also seem to be an inordinate number of young and single females, all hating on my nonmidwestern vibe. Lord, what happened to all of my gruff? I was intimidated back to my familiars, which involve booze and closed doors.
I was in Chicago last night! Michelle and Kevin and i ate bucket after bucket of mussels. Kevin allowed himself to consume a beverage with a ridiculous level of Belgianism. Hedonistic! I like to dip french fries into spiced mayonaise. Who thinks this stuff up?!
Kevin recommended "The House on the Rock" for Wisconsin. I went. I don't know if psychedelic mushrooms would have contributed or chastened the experience. It was the most eccentric place i have ever experienced firsthand, for sure.
So there are two; me and this other guy. For South Dakota, we agreed that i get the right lane and he takes the left. We also have a handshake to promise to keep the rest-stop toilets the way we found them. Thank lords that gas prices keep the South Dakota highways from being the hell of gridlock that they are accustomed to.
Also, money that i am losing on gas is being gained on lodging. For instance! Last night, i spent the night in the fetal position in the back seat of my own beloved automobile, at a truck stop very near to Rockville, Illinois. There was a thunderstorm that went on for six hours, pummeling the thin sheet metal of my car like a story from the bible. I slept terribly, woke up six times in five hours, had a crick in my neck and a leg went numb for the morning. It made me feel very rugged, like a salty sailor man.
Tonight i am in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I was expecting fifty people and two stop lights, but instead there are thousands of people, a throng even, inflaming streetparties all in the name of Harley-Davidson motorcycles. My scene exactly! There also seem to be an inordinate number of young and single females, all hating on my nonmidwestern vibe. Lord, what happened to all of my gruff? I was intimidated back to my familiars, which involve booze and closed doors.
I was in Chicago last night! Michelle and Kevin and i ate bucket after bucket of mussels. Kevin allowed himself to consume a beverage with a ridiculous level of Belgianism. Hedonistic! I like to dip french fries into spiced mayonaise. Who thinks this stuff up?!
Kevin recommended "The House on the Rock" for Wisconsin. I went. I don't know if psychedelic mushrooms would have contributed or chastened the experience. It was the most eccentric place i have ever experienced firsthand, for sure.