Ramblin'

I was staring at it again: pins on a digital atlas in the shape of a running man. An 11 day route out towards the Mid-South and up the East Coast. My fists were shaking with excitement, but of course, I was the only one to feel that way. I-77, I-85, I-95...It's not like I haven't been there before. I just want more.

So I'm back in my head again, postulating whether or not I should just go by myself. Some androgynous human: if the car dies, the car dies. I can keep going.

I could find my pitbull Diesel, and we would get lost 50 miles south of Johnston City. I am as real as wanderlust can be.