Reporting and writing from somewhere around Ossineke Michigan. I think I may have lost it, or found it, but I have no regrets. I’m having fun, loving life, just wandering around and doing what I never would have thought I would even attempt. I’m Going to try and freight further north-west for only the third time in my life. You just have to get it before the train moves and lay low. Anyway, real fucked up night. I think I almost got shot. thank goodness for trees. Toshiba cobalt blue and I are havin a real Michigander adventure. No days off. Woods too close to noise. Taking the train that way. peace. Waiting for some music to load before the web is locked down.
Took a ride into the prehistoric park, only burning leafs. Dying summer bugs. Flame from a plastic lighter. My fingers hurt. Losing tension. Need a blood transfusion. Tired. Lonely. Not really. Bells. Sounds. Grass moving. Waiting. Not really. Writing. Typing. A short story. Not really. I don’t have a car. I move by air. The back roads and swamped tracks. The dive bars. The low down terminals with