Hitchiking anywhere is always an epic adventure anyhow. This run was deceitful to begin with.
First mistake: trusting the weather network.
Clear skies! Sunny temperate seasonal highs!
AHEM Says me walking the side of the highway in the snowstorm with the 2 inch visibility.
I see no more road.
I turn my black jacket inside out orange.
I hug the treeline because the highway is filled with drivers who think they can see, and nobody is picking me up anyfuckinggoddammhow.
The snowflakes so many make it hard to see which way im going, and all the trees are around me and the same.
My toes get all crumply and numb. I am a limping animal next to the forest wall but I keep walking walking, because somewhere, eventually, I will find a heater in the corner of some random restaurant/roadside attraction and give it all my attention. And that is all i think about.
The moon is very big, very bright, and low in the sky. The big trucks zoom by and I wonder which one will skid sideways and send me flying with a crunchy noise.
The time says 2am. It was about when I stopped feeling cold. I stand in one spot for a bit, im not sure how long, and think that is a very odd time for the sun to be waking up at. Somehow, minutes between 2 and 7 am are completly obliterated and gone gone.
A highway worker zooms by me talking to a raven, which at that point in my deleriousness i thought was a stray dog. I do remember making noises to it, and wondering what a stray dog was doing in the middle of nowhere, as Im sure he was wondering what a stray human was doing in the middle of nowhere, which could explain all the strange noises it was making to me.
I was confused as to how the worker saw me, I hadnt expected anybody to ever pick me up again. I had forgotten I was there which i suppose was sorta comforting given the current state of things. We sit in his truck with the heat thrown at me and I see I am not coherent anymore because of his expressions.
Remain quiet.
I keep going because somewhere there is a little freckled marble and white rabbit waiting for me just 3 hours north. I am walking not counting all the tires passing by me.
I am asleep in the last car ride before I even say oh why hello fancy meeting you here. I am asleep still.
My toes and legs are purple, a stepdown from the previous blue, and nursing my rotten hitchiking stomach, which is just an excessive combination of dumpstered fast food, bad coffee and cheap cigarettes.
Kickin my free ticket around in the wind, as always.
First mistake: trusting the weather network.
Clear skies! Sunny temperate seasonal highs!
AHEM Says me walking the side of the highway in the snowstorm with the 2 inch visibility.
I see no more road.
I turn my black jacket inside out orange.
I hug the treeline because the highway is filled with drivers who think they can see, and nobody is picking me up anyfuckinggoddammhow.
The snowflakes so many make it hard to see which way im going, and all the trees are around me and the same.
My toes get all crumply and numb. I am a limping animal next to the forest wall but I keep walking walking, because somewhere, eventually, I will find a heater in the corner of some random restaurant/roadside attraction and give it all my attention. And that is all i think about.
The moon is very big, very bright, and low in the sky. The big trucks zoom by and I wonder which one will skid sideways and send me flying with a crunchy noise.
The time says 2am. It was about when I stopped feeling cold. I stand in one spot for a bit, im not sure how long, and think that is a very odd time for the sun to be waking up at. Somehow, minutes between 2 and 7 am are completly obliterated and gone gone.
A highway worker zooms by me talking to a raven, which at that point in my deleriousness i thought was a stray dog. I do remember making noises to it, and wondering what a stray dog was doing in the middle of nowhere, as Im sure he was wondering what a stray human was doing in the middle of nowhere, which could explain all the strange noises it was making to me.
I was confused as to how the worker saw me, I hadnt expected anybody to ever pick me up again. I had forgotten I was there which i suppose was sorta comforting given the current state of things. We sit in his truck with the heat thrown at me and I see I am not coherent anymore because of his expressions.
Remain quiet.
I keep going because somewhere there is a little freckled marble and white rabbit waiting for me just 3 hours north. I am walking not counting all the tires passing by me.
I am asleep in the last car ride before I even say oh why hello fancy meeting you here. I am asleep still.
My toes and legs are purple, a stepdown from the previous blue, and nursing my rotten hitchiking stomach, which is just an excessive combination of dumpstered fast food, bad coffee and cheap cigarettes.
Kickin my free ticket around in the wind, as always.
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schuldig:
Always an enjoyable read though I'm sorry you had to go through so much physical pain for that. Your journal always reminds me of Jack Kerouac's stuff. Perhaps you could put all of this into a book. You could make loads of cash. I'd buy that book 
gigantic:
so crystal castles?