Black-footed Ferret Reports: The Wall
Dispatch 7 from DumbFuck Nation, United
States of Absurdia
Somehow I convinced myself I needed rest. It was just a Rest
Area on the insufferable West Texas high desert, but I laid out for a good 6
hours sleep. I took the time to clean up and organize, took off at sunrise
looking for a cup of coffee. And drove and drove…
I found gas for $1.07 a gallon, but it was the pis poor 84 octane. Super I could get for $1.30. I listened to my tunes, steered with my knees, and took care of business. I used to think I’d like to visit San Antonio, but not today. I want to get to a shower and a friendly flop with an old, but sometimes difficult, friend.
Driving on …
I called Tom before I got to Houston. I’d be there soon. Please find a
parking garage to put my van, then I can take my instrument and personals and
you drive us home. Tom was having no part of that. I wasn’t ready to park my van overnight on the streets of New Orleans. OK, we’ll work it out.
A road side sign stated, “All Louisiana residents coming into Texas must pull over and register with the State Police and follow quarantine rules for 14 days”. Now my mind is racing thinking as soon as I get to New Orleans, they are going to quarantine the State and I’ll be stuck in a situation, I know from past experience, won’t be good for a friendship.
I wasn’t ready for Houston. The sprawl, the traffic patterns, the intense energy of big city living. I’ve been in the desert for a week. I hung onto the wheel in the right lane, trying to stay the course and roads, new roads, and road construction all came and went. I was freaking, but maintaining.
What a clever idea… I’ll go down to Galveston, always wanted to see
her, and sneak through the Bayou roads into Louisiana. Pretty sure no one has
thought of that one.
Outside Rosenberg, TX, road signs were calling for a check
point, as gated communities everywhere were nosy exponential. Not ready to get
arrested for suspicion and my van confiscated, I turned around. I called Tom, it just wasn’t going to work out, but I sure did appreciate the friendship he
extended. I will do my best for him in the future.
Following the North Star for freedom, Arkansas was my next best hope. I found my backbone and dived into Houston traffic, came out the other side, heading into the Davy Crockett National Forest, where I know I could find a park for the night…
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Dispatch 8 of the Black-footed ferret Reports in DumbFuck Nation coming soon…
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