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Don't talk
Don't say nothing
I just packed my things
And I'm headed for something
Where I'm going
Well, I don't really know
The road is calling
So I've got to go
Yes the road is calling
so ive got to go
We bid farewell
as the winds blew like hell
said we'd meet again
Like some storybook tale
but, no, we don't talk
We don't say nothing
I'll just pack my things
And go headed for something
but where i's headed
well i didnt really say
the road was callin
and i's on my way
yes the road was callin
and i's on my way
So dont talk
dont say nothin
ill just grab my things
and pretend like theres nothin
between us no more
as i walked out the door
she closed it behind me
and cried on the floor
and i couldn't talk
No, I couldnt say nothing
I'll just close my eyes
and head blindly towards something
cuz where I'm going
Well, I don't really know
the road is calling
so i've got to go
Yes, the road is calling
so i've got to go
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I just bought a train ticket to Milwaukee. I could have flown but I decided the 20 hour ride would be interesting and would keep me in transit longer, which is where I want to be. Today I am doing some research for a book my father and I decided to write last night when we drove four hours to Boston to drop off my Nana then four hours back to NY. I was exhausted as I stayed up all night before graduation and again on my last night in NYC but I wanted to travel, to be going somewhere, so I trekked for eight hours only to end up right back where I started. I go to Milwaukee on Wednesday and return on the following Tuesday. I have plans to travel again on Friday, most likely by bus. The last weekend in May I am going back to the city for a bit of fun with Holly and Larissa then I am going back to Boston to visit my Nana for a week. I travel when I feel this way and I can't describe how I feel but it is unsettling and urgent and rather emotionally painful.
On Thursday I attended all-university graduation in Washington Square Park. Wynton Marsalis was our guest speaker. He played us a song then sat down, it was glorious. At the end of the ceremony I jumped in the fountain.
On Thursday night I let go. I sat at Lafayette bar with Holly, Larissa, and Courtney and we talked about sex for quite a while. Many a man sat near us and tried to join in the conversation. With complete abandon we talked about all the men we had been with, size, shape, positions, foreplay, our fantasies....Lafayette bar is a small place so everyone there could hear everything. I sat by the window and called out to anyone who looked interesting, inviting them in for a drink. I only drank 1/2 of a glass of Jack and Coke, and had one tequila shot the whole night because I had stayed up all night drinking the night before.
At some point we moved the party back to our dorm room. Holly got sick, Courtney fell asleep and I was only Larissa, a man I had called out to on the street because we bought coffee at the same deli once, and myself left. I changed into a red night gown as soon as we got home as I am not really one for clothes and we sat playing cards and drinking. At about 6:00am Larissa and I ran to city hall park and jumped in the huge fountain they have there. I was wearing what could be considered lingerie, there were commuters everywhere and we were screaming. It was wondrous.
We came home and showered then put some dry clothes on and started to pack. Twelve hours later I had helped Larissa move to Brooklyn, Holly get to JFK and packed myself into a car headed north to the house of my parents. Now I am here and all I can do is buy bus tickets and train tickets and plane tickets and leave.
Don't say nothing
I just packed my things
And I'm headed for something
Where I'm going
Well, I don't really know
The road is calling
So I've got to go
Yes the road is calling
so ive got to go
We bid farewell
as the winds blew like hell
said we'd meet again
Like some storybook tale
but, no, we don't talk
We don't say nothing
I'll just pack my things
And go headed for something
but where i's headed
well i didnt really say
the road was callin
and i's on my way
yes the road was callin
and i's on my way
So dont talk
dont say nothin
ill just grab my things
and pretend like theres nothin
between us no more
as i walked out the door
she closed it behind me
and cried on the floor
and i couldn't talk
No, I couldnt say nothing
I'll just close my eyes
and head blindly towards something
cuz where I'm going
Well, I don't really know
the road is calling
so i've got to go
Yes, the road is calling
so i've got to go
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I just bought a train ticket to Milwaukee. I could have flown but I decided the 20 hour ride would be interesting and would keep me in transit longer, which is where I want to be. Today I am doing some research for a book my father and I decided to write last night when we drove four hours to Boston to drop off my Nana then four hours back to NY. I was exhausted as I stayed up all night before graduation and again on my last night in NYC but I wanted to travel, to be going somewhere, so I trekked for eight hours only to end up right back where I started. I go to Milwaukee on Wednesday and return on the following Tuesday. I have plans to travel again on Friday, most likely by bus. The last weekend in May I am going back to the city for a bit of fun with Holly and Larissa then I am going back to Boston to visit my Nana for a week. I travel when I feel this way and I can't describe how I feel but it is unsettling and urgent and rather emotionally painful.
On Thursday I attended all-university graduation in Washington Square Park. Wynton Marsalis was our guest speaker. He played us a song then sat down, it was glorious. At the end of the ceremony I jumped in the fountain.
On Thursday night I let go. I sat at Lafayette bar with Holly, Larissa, and Courtney and we talked about sex for quite a while. Many a man sat near us and tried to join in the conversation. With complete abandon we talked about all the men we had been with, size, shape, positions, foreplay, our fantasies....Lafayette bar is a small place so everyone there could hear everything. I sat by the window and called out to anyone who looked interesting, inviting them in for a drink. I only drank 1/2 of a glass of Jack and Coke, and had one tequila shot the whole night because I had stayed up all night drinking the night before.
At some point we moved the party back to our dorm room. Holly got sick, Courtney fell asleep and I was only Larissa, a man I had called out to on the street because we bought coffee at the same deli once, and myself left. I changed into a red night gown as soon as we got home as I am not really one for clothes and we sat playing cards and drinking. At about 6:00am Larissa and I ran to city hall park and jumped in the huge fountain they have there. I was wearing what could be considered lingerie, there were commuters everywhere and we were screaming. It was wondrous.
We came home and showered then put some dry clothes on and started to pack. Twelve hours later I had helped Larissa move to Brooklyn, Holly get to JFK and packed myself into a car headed north to the house of my parents. Now I am here and all I can do is buy bus tickets and train tickets and plane tickets and leave.