From a journal entry just after my freshman year of college, 26 years ago. I’ll be going back to old road trips for upcoming entries.
11:30, a rise in the ground, and the first shreds of sky light enough to not blanket vision with an impermeable rag of rain. The boys must be happy… they’re the ones who had to get out every 10 klicks or so and tighten the roof straps…. Mostly I like looking out the window or sleeping whenever I feel like it.
Davenport. Jake kept remarking hungrily on the abandoned buildings, making me nervous that he’d go skulk around them and get hurt or beat up or arrested. Also making me think, People are leaving this place in droves. Which I suppose stands to reason. I never thought to consider where all the droves of people in bigger cities came from.