At about 22:00 last night, I pulled into new york. Nice place, but I wouldn't want to live here. Actualy, some of it is realy nice. I love the mountans. I would enjoy having a nice cabin up in the mountans, where nobody could bother me. Peacefull place to be. I came here on a whim. But that's not a bad thing. Don and Angie are maried. As best as I can tell, they are still at the hotel (consimating thier marage). Not like they have never done that before. heh...A comment was made, and it made things interesting, it was noted that I now have a sister (in law), but that's kina sick...I guess that means no more kinky stuff :) Could be worse. I have been told that this place is pretty much one big zoo. As far as I can tell, it is. Granted I'm still sticking to psydo-safe spots (truckstops). But hell, people here spend way too much time staring at other people. Mostly other people in distress. pretty sad. Thier is a traffic jam up by queens, and it was initialy caused by a 2 car wreck, but now it still exists, only because people stop, get out, and look at the cars. Very sick if you ask me. At least I can add newyork to the list of places I've been. Next week arkensaw. That should prove to be very interesting. We are going to be bleeding edge with funds, but it should work. It's cold and raining out. From what I've heard, NY is like this all the time. A bit depressing. But it's kina cool. When I peg the throutle, I feel like I'm going 150mph...all the mountans, and hills. When in fact, I'm only doing about 65. This sunco is prety shitty looking but perfectly acceptable. The usage of dark/muddy colors is way to predominiant. I woke up at 7:30 again this morning. I have had a strange habbit of doing that lately. 7-8 wakeup, all bymyself. Every day. It's probably for the better. An interesting couple walked in. A guy who looks about 25-30, and a girl that might be 18. But I doubt it. The guy looks like he hasn't bathed in quite a while (or changed cloths). And the female has several red marks on her face & forehead. I'm not shure what to think about them, but it dosn't seem good. Now he's prompting her to say goodmorning, and such. They have ordered 2 large milks (eww). Sitting at 1:00 is two guys that look like they enjoy speed, they keep looking over at me. I am a bit overdressed to be in here. Nice white shirt, and black slacks. Considering that eveybody else is just wearing tshirts, and flannel. The guy with the girl at 1:45 is looking over again, and now his female is doing the same thing, she kept eye contact with me for a good 30 seconds. Not bad. Most people can't stand more than about 10 seconds of eye contact with me. I'm not shure why. But I think it is a good thing. Heh, two old people just walked in.
That guys coat. That guys coat is bothering me, It looks alive, he should set it free, He's talking some sort of jive, I think he's totaly insane, I wonder who is that girl, He should stand in front of a train, Maby he made her life a whirl.
Well, poetry is an interesting art. But those two seem to be game for being writen about. Just like most other people here.
Counter girl. She has her head almost completely shaved, dosn't she know that went out way back, god, she sucks
Now I'm sitting here, just kina debating if I am going to sit here much longer, or leave. It's hard to tell, I don't have to go anywhere, or do anything for a couple days. The waits here are quick to attend at first, but that slowly dwindles off. I am almost in need of another cup of coffee. But none of them have taken notice. They suck.
Last night I saw an odd thing. 2 boys in a car that lifted, and fell with the beat of the music...hydralics ovously. They acted like they where big shit. But we all know that they listen to Rage aganst the machine, but have to be home by 10:00, or else get grounded by thier momies. Truely sad. They don't even deserver the steel imprint of my boot in thier faces. Coffee got filled. Maby the waits don't suck so bad. And, almost truely perfect timeing. I got the CB working in the car. It is nice. Also, I aquired another car. for like 111$. good condition. The girl and the guy don't realize that thier imortal stupidity will be rememberd forever, on the web. Because as I figure it, at least one person likes what I write, and will D/L it. And it will get emaild to someone else, and this will continue forever. Granted those are just guesses, but who fucking cares. I'm not writing this shit because I want people to read it, but because I like to write it, and if they like it fine, and if they don't They can promptly go fuck themselfs. All sorts of shit for sale here, mostly totaly useless. Bloody dream catchers, and shit of that nature. Well, the guy&girl pair has ran up to the cash register, and they only left a 1$ tip. the girl didn't even finish her food. I have no idea who or why they are, but I don't care.
Staring at the table Staring at the table, Oh, loads of fun! siting there staring, Took off that hat I was wearing, Nothing else at all to do, he feels so utterly blue, Staring at the table, doing the only thing he's able, Spending his life staring at the table, Just wating for a thought to go through his mind, Debating about what kinds of things to find, Sugar, hat, salt, peper too, Staring at the table, it's the only thing to do. Crack Smokin Crack smokin is the thing to do, Its a whole lot better than sniffing glue, It costs lots of cash, But, that's ok, he lives in the trash, Robin people to get cash, But, that's ok, he sucks anyway, Living his fucking life in the gutter, I wonder if he even has a mother, Crack smoking is the thing to do, I wonder if I can get some cash from him too, Paying da pusher, with hard 'earned' money, all in all, it's realy kina funny, Spending all day smokin crack, Wonder if he'll ever get he life back on track, oh, fuck, he left.
Well, as this issue spins to a close, whe will be here again, tommorow, same bat time, same bat place (if we feel like it). So, don't miss it, thier is the slightest chance of something cool actualy happening. But that chance is so minuite, that you might as well just forgit about it. People spend a lot of time feeling sorry for themselves, way to much time. But, hell. This is america, and people can do whatever the fuck they want to, because they have guns, and nobody is going to fucking stop them.
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