hittin' the gravel - day 1

so, january 9th, 2006 and it's spring time in new york and to all of you who said i'd never really leave, i have this to say: i am in winchester, virginia.

not that i wasn't tempted to stay and drink all day in the sun, girls in their hotpants walking by and shit...

three hours cia-agent-dream-infested sleep and then i manage to leave right about rush hour, prepping for the freeway hokie-pokie...

car is filled up like a jenga box...

billboard in south-central PA reads, "you could start your own GUN LIBRARY with the money you'll save." it's an ad for an army/navy store. the CAPS are theirs.

pull into an applebee's in martinsburg, WV and head straight for the bathroom where i find a tiny man using a tiny urinal. installed for him? gonna check out some other applebee's establishments and see if this tiny urinal thing is standard.

teach me, america!

and so goodbye new york, i'll miss you.

and to all the people, i say one or more of the following to you (you choose which is/are yours. if you have a problem with it/them, feel free to drop me an email):

i'll miss you
you owe me __________
you're a fucker
i owe you__________
i'm sorry
thank you
i wish we could've spent more time together
you're insane
you're amazing
where are my pants, dick? i gave you so much valium
i love you

and so hello the south.

aunt and uncle's organic farm visit tomorrow, then tour some hurricane shit that i was too hollywood for last time, then drinking with the louisiana gang, then dallas for alex's swat team, then shooting across the desert like a fucking jet-car until i hit the ocean and drown like an aspiring actor.