Tuesday, April 26, 2005

one time i drove to california and i wore the same thing the whole time. jeans a wifebeater a triple five soul hoodie yellow flip flops and a blue bra. it was pretty awesome. especially the part about the blue bra and the wife beater, i looked so super classy as i was driving through the shittiest towns ever where people had rusty bathtubs in their yards or whatever.

driving out west is fucking weird. you could drive for hours through like desolate landscapes and shit. and then there's a town but it's like five shitty houses that are the kind that probably don't have basements and then a gas station. like there could be stray dogs that practically look like hyenas running around the gas station and dirty blond headed kids that are barefoot and don't know how to read. it's like what else do you do in a town like that besides fuck your cousin.

then i stopped at some truck stop to get cigarettes or something and i'm pretty sure i almost got gang raped by a bunch of filthy men with no teeth. i don't even remember what happend but i remember how scared i was. i think cigarettes were like a dollar or something.

one town was completely infested with roaches, like roaches climbing on top of roaches, on the sidewalk, in the street, in the windows of abandonned store fronts, probably all over the faces of the people sleeping if there were any people in that town which there weren't. i wondered if the apocolypse had occured.

i slept at the pink flamingo and i took my sweatshirt off and put it on the pillow and slept on top of the sheets and blankets.

america is scary sometimes.
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