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But Im blasting this Kyuss straight into my brain while some honkey on
the radio is raving about how well put a boot in your ass its the American Way. And thats what I have to deal with
on this strange trip; people who believe that, and then go one step further and put it all the in up to the hip
and Im just talking about the people in the car with me. So Im ignoring all of that and try to take in the scenes
again. The somewhat-fog-shrouded trees complement these great jutting hills and it is a sight. Of course the road
itself is a beast, so I think I need a laptop or something, the bumps in the road teaming up with my naturally
sloppy writing are gonna make editing this a bitch, and besides, this shit isnt exactly what you say out loud into
a tape recorder on a family trip for Chrissakes. Screw it- I need a new column name thats more what Im doing besides
trying to rip off the good doctor, which I do horribly, and Ive got lots of time think.
So I pull this pad out once again because a shanty was on fire, just tucked inside the woods on the upslope of
one of these hills. Smoke was going up, lots of it, which is what drew my eye to the burning rubble. Barely two
miles up the road is a shiny McDonalds and Wal-Mart complex with gas stations. All around nestled in little hamlets,
groves, and valleys are nice big houses. The juxtaposition works for me, especially just the kind of mad scene
it was. It looked like the house had been torn down and only a small part was sending up smoke. For the sheer volume
I thought it was a brushfire, when I saw the house frame it clicked, but nothing looked fire damaged except the
two small piles of burning home. It was enough smoke to match this time when a fairly sizable house got gutted
with fire and burned for around two, two and a half hours- when I went to lunch and when I came back, still smoldering
and tossing up the gray stuff, lining the trees around it Now theres a Dire Straits mix on the car stereo and I
dont have those damn headphones on anymore. Speaking of phones, I still havent gotten desperate slash bored enough
to use mine yet. I know the bridge were over but cant place the city, and its bothering me. Charlestown, right.
Finally. Five hour mark for E-town. Ive blitzed through maybe six albums, not counting the one on now. I havent
cracked open my other book again because we all know what happened in 72, and frankly I see some startling parallels
to this upcoming election, to be fair though, it is only August. Then again, theres talk of Hillary running and
Gore running, and that could doom the Democratic Party. But seeing how I dont want to swim in heavy politics right
now and dont want to make idle speculation either, theres nothing left to do and tapping out crude messages on
the phone seems more and more inviting.
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