Somewhere long beyond the hill, the long day and night of truck driving and off loading product is a occurrence that results staying elsewhere.
I am now elsewhere, the accommodations are comfortable, there is enough time to rest.
I endlessly eat at Chipolte, I am granted $23.oo each overnight trip for meals; we receive it regardless of whether we actually spend it or not. Somehow, I'm not too inhibited to spend it on food.
I woke up in the early evening, I went out in the rain to get coffee, I took a few pictures along the way.
As
the rain poured down on me and I wiped the water from my face with the
hand that wasn't holding the coffee, I decided to walk up the road to
order another burrito from Chipolte.
I was drenched in water as I stood in line, I carried the food back to the hotel and ate the second meal of the day.
When I get home, a series of long walks will do me well.
Older and farther from home isn't a serious problem but, it's lonely.
I have had all of the artistic leeway and space to produce anything I could think of.
Mostly, it is simply lonely without anyone true to lean on.
Truck Driver Mentality
doesn't really back down to anything,
everything shifts in a non-fulfilling manor to the side.
