meet theresa (a poor man's rebecca)

getting pretty bored and cold in boulder as it gets later in the nite. stop off at conor o'neill's again for a couple drinks and warmth (hopefully provided by some body heat).

sitting at the bar. drinking pretty slow. can't get drunk while having a broken tail light. just asking for trouble doing that. so, sipping an amstel light. girl walks by. ehh... nice butt? she starts talking to some guy working there. turns around. sees me. i see her. err... face? err... so so? reminds me of a poor man's rebecca (from cheap joe's in boone). interest - tepid.

she comes up to the bar. sits next to me. asks if the seat is taken after having already sat down -

no, no. not at all. what's your name by the way? (i extend my hand) theresa. (she shakes) hey, i'm jamie. nice to meet you. you too. (short pause) do you have a girlfriend? (almost spitting out my beer) uhh... no, no i don't. okay. good. (to the bartender) hey can i get a drink?

they start talking for a little while. she used to work here a couple years ago so she knows everyone. chats with me inbetween her conversation with the bartender. turns out she actually lives in denver. works for a map company there. just up in boulder for a couple hours to see some friends. going back later tonite. tell her i'm just passing thru myself. been here a couple days. been living in the car on the road for the last couple months. she doesn't live here, and i live in a car here... can both sense the prospect of sex diminishing exponentially with each word that comes out of our mouths.

so, twindling my thumbs. checking out the hotter girls over her shoulder. there's a prolonged moment of awkward silence. my specialty. just to spice things up i ask -

so, would even still be sitting next to me right now if i said i had a girlfriend? well, actually?... (thinks about it for a few seconds) no, probably not. but i do really like this seat at the bar. why? were you lying (about having a girlfriend)? no, no. not at all. i wouldn't be on the road if i did (would be home makin sweet sweet love).

she left shortly after that to go dancing with her friends. never to be seen or heard from again...

coffeehouse slut

been splitting most of my coffee time between amante coffee (the walnut st. location) and folsom st. cafe while in boulder. don't want to become some coffeehouse slut and knock up a bunch of shops. limiting myself to primarily two locales. folsom gets props for having a better name (johnny cash fame) and atmosphere. and it's right next door to a laundromat. managed to do all my laundry and clean my sheets today. but amante has one particular girl working there, who happens to be pretty hot, especially in her #9 uniform. plus, they serve alcoholic beverages.

tough call.

mark your calendars-future art shows of j.carroll

good news folks!! after being dismayed by the mostly shitty art scene in boulder i came across the exhibitrek art gallery. talked with the owner, mary, about having a show there sometime in fall 2006. sounds like a go. nothing's concrete as of yet. it is a year away. but we had a real good conversation. she was very complimentary and interested in me and my work. and she sent me a very polite and flattering follow-up email as well. thank you mary! she's pretty damn cool and honest. i'm very appreciative of her time and opinion and will be in communique with her in the near future.

so, i guess now would also be a good time to tell you all that while i was in columbia, mo i was talking with deb from teller's gallery and bar (no website that i can find) about an art show there. after numerous meetings (the details of which i'll go into at a later date) she finally inked me in for may 2006.

so, here's my tentative calendar -

art show - may 2006 in columbia, mo at tellers
art show - october/november 2006 in boulder, co at exhibitrek

everyone's invited! plus i'm brainstorming on some other ideas outside of, or in conjunction with, the art exhibits. trying to take over the world. it's gonna take a little while though.

frank yu very much chan lady from shkinny boy

following the advice of the very very nice lady at chan foreign car (the place i took my car to yesterday to get my lights worked on), i decided to start the day at the north boulder recreation center for a workout and shower. there's no truck stops (for showers) or walmarts (for lodging) in boulder. thus the sleeping on the streets and the showering at the rec center. great idea. thank you chan lady! only cost $6 for a full day's access. muscles are all sore now though. haven't worked out since leaving boone. my 6-pak went to a 4-pak (in columbia) to somewhere around a 3.25-pak now. haven't been getting fatter, just softer. been losing weight actually. all the stress and driving and walking. went from 149lbs prior-to-departure to 143lbs now. haven't been this skinny since maybe the 6th grade. and i'm probably a foot taller than i was then.

starting mileage - 204137
exploring - boulder, co

hell and the holidays

trying to find a street to sleep on again. come across a pretty fancy house with a huge christmas tree in front. hell yes, sleeping here for sure. it'd be nice to sleep under a christmas tree with all it's colorful lights. wake up feeling like someone's present...

and for you, jimmy... look it's a homeless boy and his deathcab!! i know you really wanted a bike and a new x-box. but with daddy losing his job and my alcohol / heroin / crystal meth / strawberry yahoo addiction, we just couldn't afford it. so, we got you the next best thing. now go play with the funny looking boy and his car. maybe if i'm lucky, i mean if you're lucky, he'll take you far far away from me to some random town you've never been to before. wouldn't that be nice jimmy?...

unfortunately, the people living in the house were a little suspicious of a strange boy, in an even stranger car, parked in their yard. they unplugged the christmas tree lights. i cried. no christmas for jamie. felt sleeping in the deathcab under a beautifully lit christmas tree would be a pleasant nostalgic mix of hell and the holidays. alas, it was not meant to be. decided then to park in front of the sexy mailbox for yet another nite.

a question of dinner

did quite a bit of walking up and down pearl st. (the downtown strip) and it's surrounding blocks. a section of which is referred to as the pearl st. mall. it's essentially an outdoor mall. a bunch of stores and restaurants on each side of the street. filled w/ people. everyone you would expect to see in a mall on the day after thanksgiving. plus a bazillion homeless guys and hippies. tons of both in this town. more so than anywhere else. even more than boone, nc. hard to believe.

wandering around. getting close to dinner time. a couple is walking in back of me. overhear an all so familiar conversation - "i don't know? what do you feel like having?" "well, i don't know...?"

it's one of those dialogues everyone has at some point in their lives. chuckled to myself when i heard them. but then it hit me. realized i haven't had anyone to share that dialogue with for a long time. kind of miss it in a way.

belated turkey greetings

happy belated turkey day everyone!! i know i'm a day late but i just got to a computer. i'm currently in boulder, co. got here late last nite and enjoyed a tasty thanksgiving dinner - jameson on the rocks at an irish pub - conor o'neills. gonna stick around for a little while. kinda like it. supposed to get snow sunday thru thursday. so gonna wait for that all to pass before hitting the road again. i'll try to fill in the missing posts over the next couple days.

and i finally got my tail light looked at. actually had a brake light out too. got that fixed but the tail light ain't fixable. it's some faulty wire somewhere. ain't the bulb. ain't the fuses. so look forward to more posts of me getting pulled over. can't wait.

and i lost my credit card today...

but then i found it. but not before having a minor stroke/heart attack. still can't use the right side of my body. i'm typing all this with one hand. only seeing out of my left eye. and hopping on a leg. no chairs at this library. gotta stand to type. or hop rather. it's taken me 1 hour and 40 minutes to get this far.

in other news, somebody please buy the new comet gain album and try to tell me it isn't one of the best fucking things you've heard in a long time. i bought in pueblo a few days back and it's the only thing i've listened to since.

gobble. gobble. gotta go now.

much love,
jamie

a christmas story in boulder, co

slept on a residential street last nite just off the downtown strip in boulder, co. didn't realize until i woke this morning that i parked in front of what may be the sexiest mailbox ever. pretty reminiscient of the leg lamp from a christmas story. must be based on whatever family lives here.

starting mileage - 204098
exploring - boulder, co

deathcab goes to church series

in boulder, co.

nobody home

planned on greeting kate with a pak of butterball turkey sandwich meat and a sixer of pbr. had already bought it and everything. thought it would be a polite thanksgiving day offering. she wasn't home though. or she doesn't live there anymore. left a note on her door w/my phone number. saying i was in town. never got a call though. checked out downtown some (blurrily pictured here) after a non-traditional thanksgiving meal (some hummus pita thing) at an all-nite greek diner - pete's university park cafe. decided maybe it would be best to head up north into boulder for the rest of thanksgiving nite. want to be some place a little smaller and cozier than say - denver.

denver, co

driving around on the interstate. denver is huge. really built up and spread out. was expecting more natural scenery. not so many buildings and houses and suburbs. surprising. had looked up some addresses in a phone book while at the truck stop. there is not a phone book but three phone books. like a-l, m-s, t-z.

to explain the girl without belly button comment

a few years back andrew and i (and an evil evil ex-girlfriend), lived next door to kate, scott, and sir michael allen at what was known as "the ranch." we'd all hang out on occassion for cook outs... drinking... whatever. well, one day kate was wearing a tank top, or something, that exposed her midrift. remember noticing - how strange? a belly but no belly button. what the hell? i told andrew. then he saw for himself one day. no belly button? could it be? for a long time we kept it between ourselves. wondering day after day until we could take it no longer. so we asked her if she had a belly button...

and yes, of course she does. she showed us. it was just a little higher than we expected. hidden underneath her shirt. she was pretty fit. had a tight stomach. think that had something to do with it.

anyway, i didn't know if andrew would remember kate just by her name thus bringing up the no belly button comment. sorry kate.

bloody knuckles for thanksgiving

end up staying the nite at a truck stop in the middle of denver. 3 cops on duty. not sure if that's a good, or bad, sign. nothing happens though.

get a wake up call in the morn from one of my best buds - andrew. didn't answer it in time. leaves a message -

jamie. it's andrew. happy turkey day! just thinking about you cuz i'm driving to see my family and uh... i have no idea where you are? haven't checked your website in a while. but i hope you have a happy one. have a good time. make some uhh... new family?... make some babies! hell, why not?... babies like turkey! i like turkey! everyone likes turkey! turkey turkey turkey! bye.

call him back while on the pooper in the truck stop. get his voicemail. leave a message. something along the lines of -

andrew. it's jamie. umm... yeah? got your message. happy turkey day!! i'll work on making some babies. your absolutely right, babies do love turkey. uh... i'm in denver right now though. thinking of tracking down our old neighbor kate - the one without the belly button. hoping she's in town. but yeah, give me a call. love you, man. talk to you soon...

take a long long shower at the truck stop. costs $9. gotta make the most of it. cut my hair some. trim the 'stache. check my phone. see that cindy (another best bud), pez (columbian pal. much love. thanx for checkin in on me), meredith (another columbian pal. happy faux-turkey day), and erich (step-bro) have all called. feeling pretty popular this morning. call a few of them back and chat for a while.

get off the phone. ready to get going. start the engine. then think - it'd probably be a good idea to loosen /re-tighten my brake lines just in case. turn off the car. pop the hood. loosen the brake line. my wrench falls into the engine before i can retighten the line. fuck! try getting it out with some needle-nose pliers and wire. no luck. can't reach. fuck! gotta get underneath. so, empty out the car to get the jack out from the back. prop up the car. scrapping my knuckles on the pavement in the process (it's a really shitty jack). takes me an hour to get the car propped up, myself underneath, and the wrench out of there. blah! go back inside the truck stop. wash my bloody hands in the sink. scrub my armpits some. then try again to get the hell out of there.

starting mileage - 203986
trying to meet up with an old friend in - denver, co

flying in the deathcab

after a tasty dinner at poor richard's, i decide to head to denver. an old neighbor / friend of mine, kate, lives there. figure maybe i'll try to meet up with her. make a surprise thanksgiving day visit. hopefully, be well-recieved. might be nice to see a familiar face. spend some time with someone other than a complete stranger.

i leave after dark. a large stretch of the drive is at a fairly steep incline, even though denver is actually at a lower altitude than colorado springs. feels like i'm taking off in a plane. driving like this. at night. at this altitude. level with the mountaintops. the shimmering lights of the cities below, nestled in the blackness of night. hard to tell how fast i'm moving. feels like i'm flying without actually flying. the same sensation. if the deathcab only had wings...

or brakes?

alone in the garden of the gods in the season of the turkey

such awe-inspiring beauty here. yet no one to share it with. feel a bit melancholy. maybe it's the holidays? thanksgiving tomorrow and all. just feeling lonely these days. all i've experienced and will continue to - yet no one to share it with. no one here with me. no friends. no family. no cat to snuggle. just me and my imaginary friends.

postcards from the gods

more postcard-esque pics for the fam.

too cool for school

who is this guy is? looking a little too hip and cool to be me. must be my twin - emilio, lost on a mountain somewhere.

a travelling gnome

starting to feel like everyone's personal travelling garden gnome a la amelie. where will i end up next? here's a bunch of pics of me doing some very minimal rock-climbing in the garden of the gods.

the garden of the gods

took a couple wrong turns. ended up in the garden of the gods. could've turned out worse. nothing short than spectacular and quite overwhelming. you literally walk along and thru the mountaintops.

colorado springs, co

nestled in the rockies. no escape from the mountains. there everywhere.

evil kitty

woke in a walmart parking lot in colorado springs. noticed a furry friend in the car in front of me. reminds me of my cat who i miss very very much - little man tate, or tate, for short. or tater. or tatorade. or taint. or mr. t. i think he prefers tatorade personally. didn't think it would be safe bringing him on the road with me. would always pee or poop on my lap when i took him for a drive. he's always had a habit of relieving himsef in less than ideal places - sinks & bathtubs mostly. he did pee in a toilet once which was no less than amazing. just once though. i think he did it just to piss me off. to prove he could do it if he really wanted to. he's really an evil evil kitty.

anyway, he's been staying at my sister's back in north carolina. he was an indoor / outdoor cat before. got lots of exercise chasing birds and pheasants and me too. would randomly sneak up behind me and latch onto my achilles heel with his teeth and claws. then he'd dart off happy as hell for scaring / hurting me. oh, that bastard. i love him. wish he was here to tear up my leg and poop on my lap right now. but he's in the burbs of fleetwood, nc. stuck inside a house. mostly confined to one room. no birds. no pheasants. no achilles heels. no running and biting and killing. trapped in solitary confinement. eating and sleeping. i fear by the time i see him again he'll look more like a furry pig than the svelt kitty i left behind. i hear he's made at least a few attempts to dispose of his captors though, or at least to piss them off. started peeing in the air vents on the floor of my sister's house. trying to poison his captors with deadly cat pee fumes. one smart kitty. takes after his pops. not that i have ever peed in an air vent or pooped in a sink or bathtub before. there's a first time for everything though. maybe i'll do it just once to prove to him that I could do it if i really wanted to.

starting mileage - 203857
exploring - colorado springs,co

an egg and guiness

and guess who's waiting for me? that's right, my new friend - sir humpty dumpty!!

who needs a magical midget friend (aka alowishus) who thinks he knows it all, when there's one helluva stylishly dressed egg, right here, who happens to talk lots of shit? he called some homeless guy with an unsightly moustache (who may or may not have been mexican) - a "dirty sanchez." cracked me up with that one...

he cracked a little too.

nice guy. we shared a couple pints of guiness. sang the humpty dance while swaying arm in arm across the downtown strip. was magical. who knew eggs and guiness went so well together?

we even shared a tender moment. he told me about some "great fall" he had. no one would help him out. told him that's part of life... "shit happens. you just gotta try to pick up the pieces and start all over again..." i think he was comforted by my words.

and look crazy scribbling chalk lady also befriended ol' humpty.

a geriatric medusa

wind up following the crazy old lady with a wig quite accidently. at least initially. just looked up and there she was. walking a few feet ahead of me. saw the back of her head and knew it was her. no one else has quite the same geriatric medusa look going on. at least not in this town. so, i followed her for a little bit. intrigued...

why would anyone wear such an obviously hideous wig? what could possibly be worse than that mess? is she doing it because she's crazy? or she thinks it looks good? god, help her if she does. is she bald? or is there a hole in the side of her head oozing old-lady mucous juices? gotta keep it under the wraps of her faux folicles? what is it? why?

i quicken my pace. walk shoulder to shoulder with her for a brief moment. glance at her quickly. see a wrinkly nose peering from the mass of "hair" on her head and in her face. we come to a stop at a crosswalk. i open my mouth to ask her any one of the various questions that have crossed my mind... but no words come out. the light signal changes and she walks away quickly. i change direction. head back to where i parked my car with mixed feelings of gratitude and sadness over the possible outcome of any sort of conversation with that lady.

a circus on tejon st.

check out a few more places. walking along the main strip - tejon st. hear some bangs and shouts in back of me. ignore it. figure it's some drunk guys being rowdy. then people start coming out of the buildings in front of me. racing to the disturbance in back of me. i turn and look. see a crowd of people outside a bar. a brawl maybe? get there as at least 8 cop cars, 2 fire trucks, and a firearms unit pull up. surround the place. everyone in every building is out on the street to see what all the hub-bub is about. i ask one guy. says a couple people were arguing and maybe a punch was thrown. but that was it. nothing major. for whatever reason every cop in town decided to show up and turn it into a circus. sirens. police dogs. fire trucks. elephants. clowns. bearded ladies. muscle men. the crazy old lady with a wig... all there. and no one really knows why?

wait?! the crazy old lady with a wig?

scribbles in downtown

downtown colorado springs. go into boulder st. cafe. weird crowd. lots of teenage hipsters mixed in with a 50's crowd. some crazy old lady wearing (quite unmistakably at that) a hideous large blonde wig is sitting in a booth in back. sipping on wine. i chill for a little while. sip some coffee. read. unwind. stare at the wig. sip some more coffee... oh look, time to go. get up. walk outside. someone is scribbling w/ chalk on the sidewalk right in front of the coffee shop. "THANK YOU!" huh? to what? or who? the coffee shop? the sidewalk?? i slip past her and continue exploring downtown.

come across more of her markings. another "THANK YOU!" scribbled across a pedestrian crossing sign. a thanks for the warning that pedestrians cross here? is that what she means? what is she smoking? can't figure it or her out. but there's a bunch of random scribbles all over this town. all by her i assume.

missing a friend

quite a jump in altitude from pueblo to colorado springs. about 4600 ft to 6010 ft. the brakes started tightening up again. had to pull off to the side of the interstate and loosen / re-tighten a brake line. i think the altitude change is causing the pressure in the brake lines to increase? err...? i guess...? where's my omniscient mechanic / magical flying genie midget friend - alowishus, when i need him?

a question for the masses

is pumpkin spice the name of one of the spice girls? if so, which one?

bathroom portrait series

at wireworks coffeehouse in pueblo, co. a really cool place, unlike most places here it seems. got a pumpkin spice chai latte. good as hell. highly recommended.

pueblo by day

did some updates at the university today. not much fun. checked out pueblo some more with the help of daylight. pretty mountains... pretty blue skies... yet still a pretty boring town.

deja vu part duex

the sound of a passing train wakes me (yet again)...

god, i have to piss! shit where am i? ughh... the car. great northern parking lot. right, right, i remember. great northern. no, wait! this is the target parking lot in moorhead. no wait! this isn't north dakota. where am i? this is a walmart parking lot in the middle of pueblo fucking colorado!

the walmart here lies on a small cliff. didn't realize there were train tracks at the bottom. parked right at the edge unknowingly. another restless nite in the deathcab in front of train tracks. not too surprising at this point.

starting mileage - 203786
exploring then leaving - pueblo,co

pueblo by night

made it to pueblo, co after sundown. checked out the downtown area. the historic district is pretty, but that's really all i can say. managed to find colorado state university (for updates) and a walmart (for lodging); though i absent-mindedly ran the length of my car over a curb in the process. no shrubs were damaged - i think? just some more unnecessary wear and tear to the car. also found a pretty lame coffee place - the daily grind and a pretty lame music store - independent records. i did manage to find a great great album there though at a slightly more than reasonable price - comet gain's city fallen leaves.

a sun sets in colorado

not much different than kansas. though one thing is noticeably different in colorado...

hardee's (the fast food chain) = carl's jr.

losing focus

eyes glazing over... too much driving... hard to focus... can i really still be in kansas?...

a sun sets in kansas

carols in reverse

leaving syracuse, ks. singing the popular christmas carol - the first leon. "leon, leon, da da da... da da da..."

getting revenge

stop off in syracuse, ks at the hamilton county library. get a few updates in. a bunch of kids start coming in around 3:30pm. elementary and middle school age kids. start to pack up my things. been here a couple hours now. time to get back on the road and out of kansas. i offer one kid, probably 11 yrs old, my computer as i am just about to leave. he sees my camera as i put it away -

"you doing photo stuff?" yeah. "i like to do photo stuff too. i'm in photo 1 right now." (nodding and smiling) oh, cool. "i like to mess around with people's faces a lot. but rather than making them prettier i like to make them uglier." (chuckling) i'm good at that too. "it's good if you wanna get revenge on someone." (chuckling more) yeah, you know i never thought of that. "you wanna get revenge on someone?" (still chuckling) no, no i don't. "we can mess up their faces and post them online?" (smiling as i leave) that's a good idea. i'll do that next time. have fun.

the state trooper returns

my alter-ego makes a return engagement. the boredom of kansas can do that to a person.

original appearance - sept. 18th in indiana.

leaving dodge city

yes... nothing... right, i'm in KANSAS.

nerding it up in dodge city

ended up at the walmart in dodge city,ks. pretty sick of walmarts at this point, but even more sick of kansas. let's get the hell out of dodge (for anyone who's counting - i think i've used that joke 3 times now. but this is the only time where i was actually getting the hell out of dodge).

leaving - dodge city, ks
starting mileage - 203485
destination - pueblo, co

ungghh... not again

not 30 miles out of hutchinson an officer pulls me over again. twice within the hour now. gonna take me a long time to make it out of kansas at this rate. have my license and proof of insurance ready. before he gets a word out, i ask "i'm guessing this is about my tail light..." he answers, "yup."

nice guy. tell him i was just pulled over in hutchinson. laughs a little. goes back to his car to run my tag. comes back. we talk about where i'm headed. denver. asks why i'm not taking i-70. explain i've been told it's the most boring road ever. he agrees. tells me 50w (which i'm on) isn't any better. i agree. tell him i'm also taking this route cuz i want to go up thru pueblo and colorado springs first. tells me to get it fixed at my next major stop or it's gonna take a long time to make it anywhere. wishes me luck and i hit the road once more.

same park, same bench, same busted tail light

my look of surprise when i was pulled over for the second time in as many days for a busted tail light. deer in the headlights kind of look. let me go with a warning. no dumb questions from the officer this time.

me on another random bench

found carey park in hutchinson, ks. was too dark to grasp what the park really has to offer. though i did, of course, manage to find a bench.

city of salt

found a billboard for the morton salt factory here. apparently salt is the main staple of hutchinson. you would think with my unhealthy love for salt i would love this town.

yeah, not so much...

hutchinson, ks

stopped off in hutchinson, ks. not much in this town. found this theatre. thought maybe a movie or show was going on. just some kind of religious meeting going on. explored elsewhere...

the men of wichita

another thing of notice - most every adult male in wichita seems to be a cop, or a suspicious-looking murderer /outlaw mexican cowboy. lots of thick handlebar moustaches. squinty questioning eyes. boots. belt buckles. jeans. everyone looks like they're wanted for some crime or another. a couple of these types were staring at me as i got in and out of my car at a gas station. was parked next to 4 cop cars. thought it would make a good picture - the deathcab in line with a row of cop cars. was too scared to get out and take the picture though. thought the outlaw mexican cowboys might rassle me to the ground, beat me senseless, and steal my camera. so i left. left wichita altogether.

wichita by night

found wichita state university. did a couple updates there. then drove around town trying to find anything of interest. came across this unsightly enormous cross visible from many a mile away. why do they have to make 'em this big? it's like those guys in gym class. would work out way too much. get huge enormous muscles to compensate for their lack of penis size. same kind of thing going on here, i think? in a religious sense. whatever that means? a ginormous cross to compensate for a small...? i don't know? i just throw these things out there. discuss.

too much tv

wichita, ks. checked out the wichita art museum but it cost money to get in. didn't want to pay. instead i got directions from the lady working the counter. pointed me to the old town area. old town is pretty cool. it's basically a square of historic buildings with a bunch of different shops and restaurants. not too many though. if i ever end up in wichita again, i'd like to check out this area some more.

ended up in a movie theatre/sports bar (pictured here). figured i'd get a drink and watch some football. it is sunday after all. ordered a bloody mary on special for $2.50 (cheaper than the beer here). sit in front of 4 huge wide-screen tvs and at least a dozen other smaller ones. all tuned in to the day's different games. was a bit too much for me. all those tvs. all the different channels. felt like i was the guinea pig in a cruel psychological experiment. trying to turn me into a football killing war machine or a beer-bellied fantasy football nerd / extremist. left after one drink and a throbbing eye / headache.

the yellow brick road to wichita

cleaned the car. updated el bloggo from the el dorado public library. then split town. took the yellow brick road (aka 54W) to wichita. and yes, it is in fact called "the yellow brick road." though there are no yellow bricks on the road. and dorothy and toto are nowhere to be found.

midgets and squigtones

two things sparked my interest while slurping my eggs...

1. a family of short people (aka midgets; though i think that's a little derogatory these days) with one full grown daughter. about 20 yrs old. blonde hipster girl. dressed like she just flew in from manhattan - manhattan, ks.

2. the coolest album cover ever - lenny & squiggy present lenny & the squigtones. it's their debut album. on the wall just above my head. it's beautiful. just beautiful. i'm gonna touch it.

double d's

double d's cafe. a traditional greasy spoon diner. a step above huddle house. a small step. thought it was a strip club at first. double D's?... no poles, or lap dances, or ginormous fake boobs (though one of the waitresses does have a pair of true-blue saggy knee-highs). just lots of greasy goodies. got a slimy scrambled egg, an english muffin, and a cup of coffee. they kept pushing the thanksgiving breakfast buffet on me. i had to decline. my stomach can't handle excessive amounts of turkey, gravy, and mashed potatoes at a time, or place, like this.

sick of walmart

wake in the walmart parking lot of el dorado, ks. didn't witness any crimes this time. but i am starting to get sick of sleeping here. the public library opens at 1pm. gonna head there and do some updates. but first breakfast and a little spring cleaning of the ol' deathcab...

starting mileage - 203202
breakfast and spring cleaning, updating then leaving - el dorado