walking is zen with two feet clappin'
Have you ever run old 90 from Big Bend down to Laredo? It is a dark road,
About that woman I picked up at mile marker zero
She came out of the darkness and startled me. I must have a frigging halo these people seem to be able to find me.
She looked about 14 said she was 18 and she looked very scared. She asked for a ride to san antone. I was going to Laredo. Going to drop off the interstate at the fort and run old 90 along the border. I told her that Laredo was no place for her to be. Another border town, “lost and found in a border town” I tell you Cecil, she was pretty I had to examine my motives for giving her that ride. I was annoyed, she had not a clue. I thought to myself you have no idea what you are asking me for, this is my livelihood and you are asking me to lay it on the line for you. You drive for a company and get caught with a hitchhiker you just lost your ride. But she looked so scared I said I would take her as far as Fort Stockton a small town with a truck stop. I thought she would be safer there. Safer then El Paso or Laredo. When we got to the fort I gave her five bucks for coffee and went to fuel my truck. About five minutes later she comes running over to me and says, "We got to go they called the cops." I had no idea what she meant by that but I said, "Who the hell do you think I am, Rodney King." She faded back into the darkness from whence she came and I hung around and waited for the cops. I think I remember that some cops in Juarez were arrested in the murders of those 300(?) Women.
Some states are second chance states; Texas is my third chance state. Never forget the first time I saw the big night star filled sky over Texas. I felt like I could see the whole galaxy at once.
I was wrong about the smelter; it is on the Texas side.
Get The Lead Out I been through El Paso maybe two hundred times (I don’t think that is hyperbole) I used to love the San Antonio Los Angles run. 1225 miles and you can make it in less than twenty-four hours if you keep after it. When they turned me down for the draft in 1963 they told me I have a compulsive personality. Very useful for a truck driver. I backed up more miles than Neal Cassady ever drove
Never served in the military Cecil. I got called up in 1963 after I lost my student deferment. They classified me four-F just because I was seeing a shrink at the time because I could not fall asleep at night with out imagining a shotgun tucked up under my chin and my finger on the trigger. During the Gulf Of Tonkin incident I tried to enlist, tried to convince them I was not really crazy. They raised me to a 1-Y, which meant if the Russians ever-invaded Cleveland they would call me.
I have traded in my road addiction for a typing addiction it seems.
I am a coward Cecil, except in emergencies then something seems to take over for me. Maybe it is my autonomic nervous system. I have done amazing things in times of crisis. Sometimes even heroic but I never thought it was me doing it. It is like I just sat there and watched while something took over for me. The truckers would say “the Good Lord was with me.”
Anxiety is worry about imagined threats, I think fear is about clear and present dangers. That is the way I see it. My motorcycle still scares me, but I like the challenge of facing my fears. But even so I have laid it over a couple of times because of panic attacks (another name for anxiety attack) There was a Italian Grand Prix driver back in the thirties who would have such fear before a race he would vomit. But when the race started he was fine. Ascari I think was his name.
Yeah that inauguration scares me Cecil. Four million people estimated plus probably ever senior government official.
Dang me for being such a nervous Nellie.
Don't know if I have quit smoking or not Cecil, I just can't breathe and I got this shadowy thing in my lung that nobody can tell what it is.
I found an old post that jimbo made a few years ago about hitchhikers. Me and you were talking about death the other day. I do not think anybody here on studio eight has seen as much death as jimboloco.
Guatemalan alien
ten four on the enough
thank you
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