Notes from the Road: Probably Dead

Notes from the Road: Probably Dead July 1, 2016

I actually think I have died and have been consigned to some very particular purgatory in which I get in and out of the car, scrape bugs off the windshield, run children through the loo one by one by one by one, drag big piles of stuff into the same hotel room–not sure how this room is following me around all this way. Some day I’ll wake up and God will tell me I didn’t make it, I failed and I’m going to be doing this for another thousand years, which is, as you know, a biblical number.

And now I will get back in the car. We’re in something called Miles City. So that’s nice. Except we won’t be for more than about twenty more minutes.

Some day, when I say something like, “let’s drive across the entire country, it’ll be fun’ just smile at me, take a large brick, and hit me with it really hard.


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