In The Present

Trains, plains, busses, bicycles and my own two feet...

Cuffed and stuffed at the border, amazed in Cambodia, complacent in Thailand, and jailed in Tulsa.

Russian love on the run in D.C. and "scent of Mullet" air fresheners in Portland: a city with its toes dipped in another dimension.

HEY, W.T.O.! If you'd-a never show'd your ugly face in Seattle causing one of the largest riots ever, it'd still be a fun town...THANKS PRICK!

Snow in the Sierras, rain in the Rockies, trailers in the desert, and a grand ol' lady of a train station in Kansas City.

Unable to sleep from a bug caught in Vancouver, I witnessed our bus smear an owl right out of the cold drizzle of the pre-dawn night.

The weekend in Vegas with an old girlfriend is bought, payed for, set, and ready. It just need to happen and PLEASE, baby, don't be on the rag 'cause we got A LOT of catchin' up to do.

Close to the end of this big, long trip and there's a settling-down waiting for me in Colorado...If I want it.

It's sensible to think that one day I'll look in the corner of a closet at the beat-up backpack and decide to stop letting it go to waste.

D.C.

In the city of chiefs, everyone's in charge.
In the city of chiefs, from the gutter to the roof, it's pinkies up.
In the city of chiefs, everyone's on the make so everyone smiles on guard.
In the city of chiefs, flesh is brutalized in swanky digs away from the wives and sometimes along side them.
In the city of chiefs, children are brokered by fathers in nice jackets and perfect hair.
Whatever it takes to establish and maintain.
In the city of chiefs, all are shiny-shoed savages.