December 23, 2001
another day, another dime, another bus, another city. just rolling across the country with no agenda. no wants to see the sites. no needs to be with people. just a road and where it takes you. flip a coin at the fork in the road, because honestly, who cares about the path less traveled, you’ve never been upon either path before. the white and yellow lines flow on the sides, and that’s all the cares in the world. hitch if you can. oh where to go tomorrow. it’s either left or right, or forward or backward, or past and future.