South Dakota? A new old book. Out of advertising for the Wall drugs. Need another sign. 90. The greatest highway. Passing the raccoon crying over the other one. The vehicle I'm driving gets there too fast as I'm going the other direction. This time I'm not looking for Haley's Comment. Or the worst bottle of Thunderbird, from Chicago? Nebraska? Chicago Nebraska? Carhemge. I will drive the speed limit obviously. Or the self driving car as a wave to the bumper in front of me
Why 90? It's mostly a straight line, like this one. I've been not drunk 5ish years. 5 more years of I'm lucky. Astronaut and definitely not a Cosmonot. One more thing to worry about. Will a seatbelt save the side of the road. The car is definitely faster than I am till it gets a flat tire. Obviously I could launch it into orbit from anywhere.
Don't drink and drive, don't drink and drive, don't drink and drive. I sip my coffee.
Spare parts are difficult but not impossible to find.
Flat then the Missouri then the rolling hills of my influence.
Two cities. I've only been to one. Sioux Falls. Beautiful open falls, not too dangerous. Whatever you do learn at least a few words.
A birth mark.
The scraps of the truck tires.
I used to be a professional driver. Because I drove for 5 years as a courrier, training the best and worst of them. Sorry.
Why? Because it's a road and Highways are generally safer than a Mel Gibson Outback.
There is probably a motel with a Bible, but I didn't get around to reading King James till a few years ago.
Pissed off drivers, talking on cell phone drivers, an occasional Mustang, why do I watch the self-driving car. I wave to both sides of the roads like a tourist.
Grass fed Bison are supposed to be a healthy alternative to Bovine. But I'm still a vegetarian.
Cowboys and Indiana Jones. Obviously the Lakota.
No one recognizes me there. I'm eventually on my way to play a gig, if I can remember how to play the album on my phone and read from a book.
My guitar is a Yamaha. And we all no what that means if I play at Sturgis, or the side of the road waiting for a tow truck. Last time it was a bad alternator and a pull into town from a piece of chord. We drove slow. Only one of the cars I'll ran.
Sleeping in the Wal Mart parking lot.
Picking up a few supplies.
The battery. Not a Metallica song.
A Gun. They are not polite to point at people, but watch out for cars too.
Too many in my opinion, but I'm not too into forging and metallurgy.
The Cold Warrior is over. And now I know William Shakespeare, with the Spring Goddess secretary as she thankfully reappears every Vernal equinox. She must look at my photo online occasionally. I know she will push the car in the snowdrifts and hunger.
I haven't picked any Sage or wisdom for over twenty years. Or any tire scraps off the barbed wire, I doubt they have potholes, like they do in Minnesota. A line on a farm field that the wind pushes through with tremendous amounts of effort. Cold front, warm front.
I don't know what it's like there now, because I have my own Internet and I,m there in less than a second. What is the tuition for a a class or two, I don't know,,,I could barter for a literary degree. But then I,d have to get my secretary to teach me how to repair a computer, and I,d need to print something. Occasionally. Is a phone good enough? The best videogames TV has to offer,
I'd wear a Helmet, I have in the past. In The Meantime there was King Arthur's Dentistry and the only one who still likes me occasionally. YouTube has a few songs...Bandcamp. Vinyl art.
What's the speed limit these days if .my car gets there before my shoes. 73?
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Hi IA, have no fear, Belle is with Grandma Superior. This is absolutely not a true story. Baking cookies. And tip toeing through the woods.
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