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                                                                                                       Eureka to Rolla, MO

Thursday November 8, 2007

     6:39am  I woke up around five in my fortress.

 

                   Behind the Six Flags signs. To kill time for the sun to come up I read my book. I tagged the wall.   

I'll take pictures. Afterwards, I'll walk to the McDonald's closeby and take a shit.  

     8:46am  I walked the highway for a couple miles then I stopped to smoke a cigarette as soon as I got a sunny part. Before I know it, this old guy Bob pulls over for me. No thumb or nothing. He gave me a ride to the dinky rest area six miles from Stanton.

     9:49am  Bill is giving me a ride twenty five miles from the rest area.

     10:40am  In no time, with the help of my magic WPTMJ sign, Barry pulled over for me and gave me another thirty mile jump. He was cool. He told me about weed in the Virgin Islands. He was delivering flowers.

     1:26pm  Holy shit! I spent over an hour thumbing and flying my sign on the onramp. I came back to the gas station and all of a sudden this guy comes out wearing a shirt that says Liberty-Iraq. He tells me, "You look like you're from San Antonio." Wow, I showed him my ID and the picture of Saint Anthony I keep in my wallet. In the end he volunteered me a five dollar bill! Awesome! His name was Jack Dietz.

     3:30pm  I just walked my happy ass nonstop to the Love's truckstop. About three miles. Approximately sixteen minute miles. I just sat down to rest my shoulders. I've got eight bucks so I'll get something to eat after I smoke.

     3:50pm  The greedy ass manager came out and told me I couldn't be in front of the store. Screw him, I'll wait until the cops show up. He said he didn't appreciate my shirt, haha. FUCK BUSH!! Lacey Medlock.

     4:04pm  The cops showed up and ran me off. I just went across the street, took off my pack and started logging what just happened in my composition book. They're staring at me right now. I forgot the white cop's name, but the Mexican dude was Rodriguez. I should go stand on the onramp with my sign. I think I shall. Rolla is the next town.  

     4:56pm  Terry and Phil picked me up! They're going to smoke a brother out!
                                     
     7:44pm  Hell yes! My night has turned out perfectly! Terry and Phil were cool as hell! Terry(I think) is all about the money. They picked me up with my magic sign. They smoked a fat joint with me and took me to eat fried chicken at Lee's Famous Recipe Chicken in Rolla.  

 

Phil hooked me up with a chicken breast for later too. They brought me to Rolla, this awesome town so far. It's a college town, I need to tell my story here. We went looking for the college drag and got directed to 9th Street. We stumbled upon The Giddy Goat Coffee House. There were no customers, but I saw some dude on a laptop behind the counter. They took off. Terry hooked me up with a couple roaches. When he gave them to me he said he hoped I'd share them with a pretty female. How right he is going to be.
                   I went in the coffee shop and set my pack down telling the guy, "I'm going to get a coffee." I walk up to the counter and this beautiful girls walks up to the register. Her name is Clea. They

 

asked me what I wanted and I thought for a second, "Something chocolate." I told them I had five dollars and to surprise me. After Clea makes my mud I hit them up for my story. Clea told me about some poetry reading. I told her thanks for the destination. It's Thursday November 15 at six to eight thirty.

                   Whoa, the coffee shop had closed at seven. I didn't know. Anyway, when I was done with my presentation(with fingers crossed) I asked Clea if she could recommend a place to camp. She invited me over to her place! How perfect!

Next day..