Travel Diary - Day One Moorhead to Billings
I think I like driving in Heavy wind even less than I like driving in heavy snow or ice. I got blown all over the road. Had crazy weather. Was cold and windy as shit. Western North Dakota/Eastern Montana still has some snow, I thought I saw some tornados forming, but it was just my paranoia and hallucinations. Got on the road a little late, but I made about 600 miles today. 100 miles out I had to pull over and sleep for a bit, I was pretty out of it and tired. I made it here in pretty good time and relatively unscathed. Had 2 horrifying driving things happen.
1. I was cruising along at about 85 and was about to pass a semi who was going about 70. I am about 3 feet away from his bumper when he decides he needs to be in my lane to pass someone himself. I slam on the breaks, start screaming like a sissy and lay on the horn. Fuckers.
2. 40 minutes or so after the semi scare, I am passing a motor home. I don't know if it was just so windy that they got blown into me or what, but they ended up more then half in my lane and I had to swerve and scream again. Went in the ditch, bounced up and past them, we made eye contact and had a moment of pure horror when we thought we would be dying together, and were not in the slightest bit attracted to each other.
After the second scare I had to pull over at a rest stop to Jack off, because that much terror had my dick ripping through my pants. I rubbed myself raw while a family stood outside my stall discussing their vacation plans, and I came like a demon, smashing my head into the door, dreaming of rolling my car, and cursing myself for not having the balls to do it. Then I got back to it.
Once I got out past Bismark, Western North Dakota is Gorgeous! The real America. It still feels wild. Very strange for this city boy. I pulled off and played at a lake for a little bit, but it was windy and cold. I just ate a granolla bar and stretched. The guys at the truck stops give me the nod. They can tell that I am one of them. Cross country driver. Salty. When the sun went down, it was so black. I've never seen that kind of black. No stars, no cars, no lights from distant cities, no reflectors on the side of the road. I killed the headlights and floated in space for a while. Tempting. So easy to pretend there is nothing out there, fly off the end of the world.
I got pulled over by a nice officer. He made me get out of the car when he saw my piece and he frisked me. He lingered maybe a touch to long when he felt up my legs and my cock.....Then he spun me around and pushed me up against my car and spit on my face and said "You better do what I tell you faggot" and he took my pants off. He made me tounge bathe his shiny black boots while he slammed his baton up my ass and sang Jeff Buckley songs softly in my ear......
umm........Yeah, that last part didn't happen. Unfortunatly. Would have been great if it did though huh?
The trip seems to be doing good things to my brain. It hasn't been working right for a while now. The air, the space and the time is clearing out the cobwebs. It's not nearly back to where it should be, but it is repairing itself. Looking at the shambles of my personal life, and trying to put it all in perspective. Understand what happend and why. Long drives are good for these things. There was an idea in Demian (Herman Hesse) that each person should be trying to become as wholly, and completely themselves as they can be. And it's only at that point when you are immovable, and totally YOU, that you can healthily enter into a relationship with another person. That you can give and take with that person without being overwhelmed by them, or them by you. I am looking forward to the time alone. The opportunity to be still. And silent.
It is fucking cold in this Motel room. I have to do another 600 or so miles tommorow, so I should get to bed. If I get another motel with interweb, there may be another long rambling entry tommorow night. Everyone take care.
Playlist
Modest Mouse - Long drive for someone with nothing to think about
Placebo - Without you I'm nothing
Mission of Burma - Signals, calls, and marches
Dead Prez - Turn off the Radio
Ed's Blue Grass Mix
toneski's hip-hop mix (So far I can only positively ID Digital Underground, BDP, and GangStar. I'm still working on it though)
I think I like driving in Heavy wind even less than I like driving in heavy snow or ice. I got blown all over the road. Had crazy weather. Was cold and windy as shit. Western North Dakota/Eastern Montana still has some snow, I thought I saw some tornados forming, but it was just my paranoia and hallucinations. Got on the road a little late, but I made about 600 miles today. 100 miles out I had to pull over and sleep for a bit, I was pretty out of it and tired. I made it here in pretty good time and relatively unscathed. Had 2 horrifying driving things happen.
1. I was cruising along at about 85 and was about to pass a semi who was going about 70. I am about 3 feet away from his bumper when he decides he needs to be in my lane to pass someone himself. I slam on the breaks, start screaming like a sissy and lay on the horn. Fuckers.
2. 40 minutes or so after the semi scare, I am passing a motor home. I don't know if it was just so windy that they got blown into me or what, but they ended up more then half in my lane and I had to swerve and scream again. Went in the ditch, bounced up and past them, we made eye contact and had a moment of pure horror when we thought we would be dying together, and were not in the slightest bit attracted to each other.
After the second scare I had to pull over at a rest stop to Jack off, because that much terror had my dick ripping through my pants. I rubbed myself raw while a family stood outside my stall discussing their vacation plans, and I came like a demon, smashing my head into the door, dreaming of rolling my car, and cursing myself for not having the balls to do it. Then I got back to it.
Once I got out past Bismark, Western North Dakota is Gorgeous! The real America. It still feels wild. Very strange for this city boy. I pulled off and played at a lake for a little bit, but it was windy and cold. I just ate a granolla bar and stretched. The guys at the truck stops give me the nod. They can tell that I am one of them. Cross country driver. Salty. When the sun went down, it was so black. I've never seen that kind of black. No stars, no cars, no lights from distant cities, no reflectors on the side of the road. I killed the headlights and floated in space for a while. Tempting. So easy to pretend there is nothing out there, fly off the end of the world.
I got pulled over by a nice officer. He made me get out of the car when he saw my piece and he frisked me. He lingered maybe a touch to long when he felt up my legs and my cock.....Then he spun me around and pushed me up against my car and spit on my face and said "You better do what I tell you faggot" and he took my pants off. He made me tounge bathe his shiny black boots while he slammed his baton up my ass and sang Jeff Buckley songs softly in my ear......
umm........Yeah, that last part didn't happen. Unfortunatly. Would have been great if it did though huh?
The trip seems to be doing good things to my brain. It hasn't been working right for a while now. The air, the space and the time is clearing out the cobwebs. It's not nearly back to where it should be, but it is repairing itself. Looking at the shambles of my personal life, and trying to put it all in perspective. Understand what happend and why. Long drives are good for these things. There was an idea in Demian (Herman Hesse) that each person should be trying to become as wholly, and completely themselves as they can be. And it's only at that point when you are immovable, and totally YOU, that you can healthily enter into a relationship with another person. That you can give and take with that person without being overwhelmed by them, or them by you. I am looking forward to the time alone. The opportunity to be still. And silent.
It is fucking cold in this Motel room. I have to do another 600 or so miles tommorow, so I should get to bed. If I get another motel with interweb, there may be another long rambling entry tommorow night. Everyone take care.
Playlist
Modest Mouse - Long drive for someone with nothing to think about
Placebo - Without you I'm nothing
Mission of Burma - Signals, calls, and marches
Dead Prez - Turn off the Radio
Ed's Blue Grass Mix
toneski's hip-hop mix (So far I can only positively ID Digital Underground, BDP, and GangStar. I'm still working on it though)
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rest stop masturbation was the best
I do like your golfer hat though, it's pretty swell