....... just had that dream now.....
Years ago, that same dream was a nightly occurrence......
(The catalyst for my terribly pointless fear of hills)
Took awhile but eventually
I realized that the only time that dream
Is when I feel out of control of my life.
Used to be boyfriends, jobs, sexual trauma -
things like that would set it off.
It is crazy what one-single-popped-tire
will do to your mindstate.... huh?
So the mustang popped it's first tire for the trip...
Matt and I were driving to my next shoot,
Got lost (as is the trend for LA these days)...
... pulled over in Santa Monica, parked the car,
asked some people for directions, got back in the car and..
*thump thump thump*
Luckily a homeless man showed up and helped us.
I was skeptical at first. But he
jacked up the car, put on the donut.
He was telling us about how he travels the US
on a universal $300 greyhound ticket.... and
how he gets medical marjauna because he has cancer.
He did not want his family to go into medical debt so
instead of getting chemo like they wanted. He bought a
greyhound ticket and decided to go on a final roadtrip.
We all sat on the beach in Santa Monica for a few hours.
We are on different roadtrips but for some of the same
reasons. We all want to feel alive, regardless to how
much time we have here.
2 comments:
Just found your blog from D Bryan Nelson. What a great time to find your blog, right on your road trip!
Good luck, sorry I just missed you. I live in San Diego... Good luck and good night!
Well, groovy. So you're cruising with a gay guy, hanging with the homeless. Somehow I feel your not really getting the hot sex you should be. Perhaps it's the company you, uh, keep??
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