...i went up to washington tonight and i decided to write the thoughts i had along the way.
...when i left buffalo, new york four years ago, i was ona quest. i wanted to see if the rest of the country was like my home town. i ment to start a journal of my travels. so those people who do not have the opotunity to travel can live vicuriously through me i actually have yet to do that, so here is my first page...
...on thursday evening waffles wrote felis and ask if he and i would like to go on a road trip. he did not mention exactly where we would be going but i was in an adventurious mood. actually till the last monent i was not really sure i wanted to go but i was haveing a melencoly day so i said to felis at the last moment... "hey call waffles and ask him when he is picking us up".
...so he did and at approximately 5 pm, we all piled into waffles car and we went. i had no idea he had planned a three hour trip.
...well in three hours you can think alot of things, remember alot of things you might have forgotten. and i do my best thinking after dark on the road.
...well we were travelling along and i remember alot of the things i thought about when i was on the greyhound four years ago. i left on my little brothers birthday in the middle of the night. i didnt tell anyone i was planning to leave. i just went. my mom and i were not on good terms at that point. so she wasnt surprised when i wrote her a few months later telling her where i was.
...at that point i was in the hospital and my doctor didnt say so but she was sure i wasnt going to live. but i am chris. i am better then all that. i had high blood pressure and was on the verge of kidney failure. i didnt want to write my mother. she turned her back on me. but if i wasnt going to make it perhaps it would be for the better i wrote to say hi.
...anyways. back to the bus.
... i got sick on the bus. so all i could do was sit and look out the window or stess myself too much. people told me i should get off and go to the hospital. but i was too stuburn for all that. i was travelling through the empty spaces of the country along the highway. i thought about all those hill and i wondered to myself "if i was in a car, would i drive slow to see what is out there?" "probably not. i figure what ever out there is not nearly as nice as what i could picture in my head." for three days i let my brain go off of the deep end about what was out there when i drive past hills that seem to get so close to the bus i cannot see the top. maybe a shack, with a family of five living the old life, growing their own food and their own cotton. they might be completely oblivious to what is going on out there, completely unaware that they could just go to wal-mart and buy some cheap clothes. and people actually grow and kill food for them to buy at the local grocery store.
...maybe there was an enormous mansion. one i would be jealous at the sight of, with a tree growing out the center of it and a rain forest environment incased in glass with the tree. of couse they would have to have a gardener for their tree and alot of money to pay off the nosy people who don't want them to have their tree house, environmental factors and all.
...we travelled through the bad lands of north dakota and i looked out into the dark night and again imagined the possibility of what is out there. being that it is the bad lands, a giant swamp that nothing grows on. i thought of all the coyotes running under the full moon trying to protect their cubs from those bad automobile that drive by constantly. all that noise.
well there is more to this entry but my hand hurts now... later... lady rose 4/1/3
