Thursday, June 25, 2009

Chapter 4

I woke up to the sound of air brakes and Chico growling at a guy who was talking to him through the window. Meg has learned the road and people at this point, so she and I watched Chico bare his teeth at this jackass while he tried to offer his hand. I sat up and cracked my neck, and asked the guy to leave, to which he said,
"Just trying to pet your dog. His eyes are beautiful!"
"You're still here," I said. He mumbled something under his breath and walked off. I walked into the welcome center and waited on the bathroom. A really fucking creepy looking kid walked out. I started to walk in the bathroom, but the toilet seat was lined with paper, and it smelled like black death. I saw a soccer mom walk out of the women's room so I went in and locked the door, pissed, brushed my teeth and wiped my hair back with hot water. Walking back to the van I shot a photo of the tufts of clouds over the trees.

1 comment:

  1. Wow, what a wonderful idea! I just love the idea of you going all the way for your art, howz that for being a true writer..

    Good luck and the best of luck.

    I'm adding a link to my blog. I shall be back to see how you get on.