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Showing posts with label driving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label driving. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The destination

Hello, once again from me being shitty and not writing for practically a fort night. I was busy with family, moving, a new job there was a lot going on. Which brings me to my new post this is obviously inspired by the events I have had to struggle through. Just not that extreme. This is a another excerpt of a character I have already introduced if you want to check out other stuff like it check it out here. Anyways enjoy I tried to make this one of my better quality papers.



“You have to stay awake god damn it!” you scream from inside the truck cabin. The dark circles burned themselves into your eyes. Exhaustion was setting in and you wanted a place to crash. In your mind the miles slowly ticked down only 34 miles left. With any slight movement put stress on your stiff body. You groan as the radio starts playing another sick love song from the station it happened to pick up. Gnawing on a finger to Stave Off sleep, your eyes glaze over reading the lit up signs that slowly passed overhead. The monotony of it all could drive a man crazy. 29.
            You check your mind. Nothing, is this truly oblivion?  Close to 40 hours now you have been awake. 26.Your mind is exhausted; there is only so much you can take. Moving is a hell of its own. You had to do it in one go or else you wouldn’t be able to go at all.  You were caught up by that wind that called you westward like there was something there for you. 22. Was it the need for a new town with something to spice up your lonely existence. 21.
            “This is the one for me.” You say trying to reassure yourself you would never do this again. You new better though. 19. You do not argue with the wind, now that would be insane. Rolling down the window you could smell the salty air. It was strange and exhilarating to be so close to a beach. The climate was a drastic change from a much colder town. You could see the faint outlines of the palm trees that stretched overhead. 15. All of the sensational experiences picked your spirits back up getting you excited for the destination that was nearing with each minute that went by. 13.
            You only regret the pain that moving puts you though. In the end it is all worth it. 12.You consult the printed directions as the light from street lights swept past you. The exit was coming soon and you didn’t want to miss it. Your favorite fanciful recreation of the house you were soon nearing came to mind. It was perfect with clean beige carpets a red painted door with blue useless window shutters. 8. A small covered deck with rosy stained wood that dropped off into a large lush back yard. A sort of giddiness bubbled up as your though of ways to decorate it. The thought of almost entirely new furnishings excited you to no end. 6. The reality was you still haven’t even seen a picture of the outside of the house yet. You know nothing. You bought it on the cheap as the economy crashed around you. You were not worried. You still had a thing or two up your sleeve for just such an event. 2. You see your exit and take it. The house was only a couple of turns away.

            It was dark as you pull up and you couldn’t see much but what you could see was wonderful. The grass wasn’t overgrown and the hedges looked healthy. The lot wasn’t terribly large and the house was quaint. Just your size and hoped you were close enough to the beach. Could you pick up surfing? Who knows? One time you picked up a creative writing class. You never know what could be useful. Meeting people is hard but it never hurts to have a pretty face. It was difficult shattering your stiff body back to life but you managed to walk. You paused and stared at the now much larger truck than you thought you were driving that whole way. Deciding finally to just leave it for now you hurry up the little path to the door and opened it with the key that showed up several days ago in a brown slip as part of your arrangements. You barely get past the living room before passing out on the floor. That is okay you can sleep. The truck will unload itself. You are just so are exhausted. Why not take a break. You earned it.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Animals

Sorry for the late post. I am lame and forgot today was Tuesday so here is one for Wednesday! It will be going somewhere in the universe. Probably close on the heels of The cure. So please enjoy a bit of my rant.

            Humans are interesting animals. Homo sapiens, as we call ourselves, are a paradox wrapped in an enigma.  We spent half of our evolutionary existence learning about our selves and are no closer to understanding it than we are to the hunk of rock we stand on. A blink of an eye in comparison to the universe surrounding us and yet science has yet to have answers to some of the fundamental questions. We have put us above other animals that we share so much with. All life on this planet is connected from simple insects to the mighty beasts of the wild. We have conquered and domesticated some of our most ferocious predators to nothing more than slaves instead of friends.
            We consider ourselves rational. Although time and again we have proved we are not so. We call ourselves individuals and masters of our fate when we abide by a few simple rules. I see it more clearly than ever; all of it basic primal instinct. We seek safety and hate for their peace to be disturbed. Siting on the top of this pyramid of power we say what happens to everything we say what lives or dies. Yet we are the crazy ones. Augmenting our abilities with our ingenuity to become even bigger monsters. Example: we pile ourselves in to large metal encasing and move faster than our bodies were meant to. We lose our identities, moving behind masks yelling and berating each other for things beyond our control.
“Everyone is insane and yet scream their innocence.”  Came from my mouth.
In reality I was still driving. I cannot excuse the simplicity of my own thoughts being shaped by the world around me. I was twenty-five hours into my journey. Everything I owned was behind me in the back of the small moving truck I rented. At this point music was useless and the static was my only solitude. I would hear murmurs through it like a distant signal wanting to be found. It never was and why should I care?
I had left my beautiful home city of Peoria, Illinois for Newport Beach, California. It was not a very rational choice by me however I decided I needed a change of pace, something totally different. I sold my house and plan to find something as soon as possible. Energy drink cans littered the floor of the truck. The only way that could keep me going. I wanted to get there yesterday.
“Hotels? Who needs sleep?” slipped out of my mouth.
I had to fill the void, the darkness that stretched in my vision only interrupted by shining beacons that accelerate past. The words echoed through my thoughtless head. Goes to prove how tired I am. I lost the feeling in my legs 100 miles back. A boner could only hold back pee for so long. I needed something fast. Mercy smiles upon me for an early morning donut shop. My stomach argues with me. I finally relented to my body needs. It was time for a coffee and donut treat. The truck swayed as I pulled in but I was apathetic.
Struggling with the pins and needles, working the blood to my tired muscles. The lights blinded me and the smell of coffee smacked me in the face. I nodded to the old lad at the counter before heading back to the toilet. I ignored the filth and made sure to wash my hands extra well. I made idle conversation as woman took my order.  I ignored her mostly it was the same drivel everyone says. Behind my mask I was guilt for the amount of donuts but it would last me for the next 150 miles at least. That was later this is now, stalling to for some human contact and more coffee to keep me going. Eventually I had to leave her too back to the darkness.
The thoughts started once again.