Jackie
Stopped at McDonald's again, this time for lunch somewhere outside of Columbus.I knocked on the back door of the U-Haul - Cass told me to go away, so he's still alive back there.
It's been snowing heavily for the last couple of hours - I've had to slow down; traffic's thinned out some. The further west I go the more snowplows I see.
God I'm tired.
We're in Indiana now.
Flat. Flat. Flat. Why does it have to be so flat here? The wind's straight down from Canada without interruption. Was that red lightning I just saw? What's that all about?
God I'm tired.
I'm sick of everybody telling me what to do, how to live and what to eat.
I'm sick of being a joke.
God I'm tired.
What is it I want out of the world?
What is it that the world wants from me?
God I'm tired.
Do I really like computer programming? Or was it just a vehicle to drive me out of a situation I didn't like?
Is this all there is to my life? Maybe I should just eat my fill of Valium and get it over with.
God I'm tired.
Come to think of it, why didn't Philippe and Paolo make good on their threats to sic their lawyers on me for Cass beating them up the other night? Wouldn't Selma have noticed something wrong as they fled the building?
Where on earth did my brother meet Cass anyway? Anywhere but Sunday Mass, I'll bet!
God I'm so tired, I could fall asleep right here.
