I just found an old piece of graph paper that I found in 2004 in the first rest-stop in Florida, just across the Georgia border. I should really scan it, but for now, a transcription.
Delaware – 10:26. Rolling Stones is the ultimate Gonzo Allyallie.
11:something AM, SomeWhere in America. Waltzing for Zizi little by little till we find our way. My smile has turned to habitual clenching of the jaw.
A culture born from the Nhile river, the cradle of civiliz evolved and blamed it all on pot. Weed is a synthetic response to all of life’s problems.
“Waves of paranoia. Creeping down my spine.” It’s 2 PM now and we’re well on our way. We’ve pushed confusion aside and swallowed paranoia. It’s not easy to avoid when your in a foreign state with a trunkload of drugs. But for now these thoughts of unsettling nature can rest; we’ve got Rage to calm us. Not calm. Sedate. Ever since I first discovered music, I’ve put it on so I wouldn’t need to talk. Vanishing is fun. The majority of this day was spent on I95 South, staring at the sky and communicating like never before. Road trips kick ass.
4:16 – We’re in South Carolina? Maybe? We’re being sleeted on. Jesus Christ Almighty. We’re coming nearer and nearer to our stated destination and there’s snow fucking everywhere! We have been continuously passing discarded cars, colored by some fanatic soccer moms in their menopause.
I just saw a crane flapping in a puddle of its own shit.
Still on I95 – Sting and the Police are soothing us now. He’s hel You all should thank him, he’s the reason I still retain the ability to write (breath, function, live; all with a human head) I, myself, am fine. AO-fuckin-KAY! but him? he’s fucking loosing it. He took too much to compensate for the loss of sleep. He’s driving after all. Now is not the time for that, not with a 3-ton steel box moving at 80 mph at his fingertips. Ha Ha, I trust him though – even if it is with my life. Edobz, don’t let me down.
“If by some fucking miracle we made it there alive… we’d have so much fun” – the help
No More Snow! We’re close. Green Life! We’re closer. 3 hundred and 33 and 3 tenths – reads the ‘trip’ meter.
We might actually… the sunset. It’s beautiful. I haven’t seen something so beautiful since I can remember. – – Red sky @ night, sailors delight.
Wait, I didn’t tell my parents I was coming here, did I? Is it 6 PM? feh, my body.
Leave a Reply