leave time 11:26am
airplane graveyard
landcaster's broken dreams and damnits home town
stop for lunch: pizza chalet
crash up derby on tv
pineapples in the salad bar
the wait staff were visibly disgusted by us.
back on the bus
i sat in the handjob chair
and made a beautiful nut bowl.
each gas station stop, we tromped through
completely dominating the the scene, until we hit mohave,
and the diner that fought time and won.
we were a pungent and motley crew.
i plowed through the door wearing the same dirty underwear, ripped fishnets,
and leftover zombie makeup from the night before
but stopped on a dime when met by things that shouldn't be disturbed.
appreciating the fragility
we walked down the interstate to the burger depot instead.
lucky egg machine was altered and sucky,
but still only 25 cents, so i got 4.
2 tops, a puzzle,
and a stingray,
reminding me of the 25 pounder currently rotting in the dumpster at nimby.
back on the bus
chicken asked me to put on a skirt,
so i made one from newspaper and duct tape.
the classified section.
once it got dark, the ride was quick.
most of the 11 slept.
some talked about oldies
and horses
and responsibilities
and owning everything that happens in one's life
good or bad.
arrival home around 12:30 am.
i was called a spaz upon my exit
while dragging a plastic horse down the stairwell.
it was a very good bus trip.




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