Rolla to Fort Leonard Wood, MO
Sunday November 18, 2007
Some dude with dreads I told my story to yesterday at the Giddy Goat.
9:29am Three days later. I haven't been making entries. I've just been loving on Clea. I adore her. The next day the highschool kids came over and we smoked a lot of weed. Umm, Clea and I have had the most marvelous time together.
11:21am Man, this morning was a bit bitter-sweet. After getting much rest Clea and I woke up cuddling. We were both very sad because I am leaving today. We had a nice wake-and-bake session. Later on, Brad called. Brad is this twenty year old Christian virgin boy who's been coming over once in a while. I told him my story yesterday. Clea had promised to take me out to breakfast before I left. Then this Brad dude called and invited Clea to go to church with him. After they hung up I asked Clea what was up. She said, "Oh, I'm going to church." I reminded her how we had made plans for breakfast. I thought she should be cherishing our last moments together, as I was. She told me, "Can't we eat after church? Do you want to come?" I thought about it for a second and realized it would be nothing new for a whole hour. I told her no. She was very insistent on wanting to go to church. I don't know why. She's not even Christian. She said she just wanted to go for the worship. I told her, "You could go to church any Sunday, but you have to go now? On the morning I am leaving?" If an outside observer looked at this situation he/she would think Clea had the hots for Brad.
Brad eventually came over. I told Clea, "You know what? I'm just going to walk to the rest area, bye." She just said okay and left with Brad. At the last second I ran out and reminded her about how she had offered to give me money for breakfast if we didn't end up going. She said, "Just wait until I come back and we'll eat." Sadly, I said okay. So I stayed at her house playing pinball on her laptop and writing this for like an hour. I totally owned the high score.
I am thinking maybe I have the right to be upset here. I really do have very strong feelings for Clea and it seemed like she reciprocated equally. Then, some twenty year old kid she barely knows calls her up and breaks up our going-away day. I bet you she wouldn't have left if we hadn't run out of condoms. She's a horny little bitch. So I don't know what I should do or how I should react to Clea when she comes back. Hmm, when she comes back she'll have Brad in tow for sure and I won't want to talk. Maybe I should write her a letter and just leave.
Rolla Historical Marker
2:52pm I just walked 44 W all the way to the BP gas station in Doolittle. Before I left, I did just what I said. I left Clea a note. I told her, "I thought we had something special." I even said, "You're not even a Christian!" Anyway, around noon or so I gathered up my things and I left. I walked to King's Highway and then to the Moto Mart
gas station and bought some snacks with a dollar I had left. I've been walking ever since. I am taking my first break in Doolittle. I am very upset about Clea. I haven't been waving at cars at all. I've been walking on the incoming side facing traffic. I don't want a ride. I'm walking to the rest area only five miles away. I'm hoping that I can chill at the rest area and camp for the night then in the morning get a ride to Fort Leonard Wood. I'm going to eat.
Anyway, so I have walked all the way to the rest area, which was only one mile from the BP at Doolittle. I came to the Eastbound side rest area. I'm going to walk to the onramp and try to hitch back to Rolla. If it gets late I'll hop to the other side of the highway and look for a place to camp.
Good sunset picture. 
7:42pm I got back to Rolla about an hour ago. This nice guy named Dennis
gave me a ride from the rest area finally. I told him a lot of my story. He guessed ignorance for the world's greatest problem. He was cool as shit and he dropped me off real close to UMR. I walked to the library and saw Clea. She started crying and her coworker let her take a break. She had already written me an email. At first I was considering staying the night with her again. But, it didn't take that long to walk those six miles. Staying another night would not only prolong the coming closure we both need, but also it would screw up the departure time with the Greyhound in Fort Wood. I am still assuming I'll get a ride quick in the morning from the rest area.
8:32pm I chilled out at the library with Clea. I finally decided I was going to leave and I gave her a big hug and kiss. Then I walked all the way down Pine street to King's Highway right by the Pizza Hut. I went in and was glad to see Haley! I told her goodbye and the manager came up and volunteered me a pizza! Oh yeah, Clea gave me ten bucks for food.
8:42pm Hell yeah! I sat down at a table to eat my pizza. I ate three slices. I have two other I'm going to save for later. Haley just walked up to my table and told me, "Hey, if you wait like half an hour we're going to get high." Hell yeah!
9:16pm Hell yeah! I'm sitting here waiting for the smokeout and Mike just offered me a whole pizza he was going to throw away. Jerry is the delivery guy who's going to smoke me out.
9:42pm Jerry smoked me out hardcore at the dumpster behind the Pizza Hut. He called around about a dimebag for me with no luck. I guess it's better that I don't have any weed on me on a military base. I just asked and he said he would give me a ride to the rest area after he got off work at midnight. Awesome. I'd get there around 1am if I took off walking there, anyway. I'm going to chill and read my book here in the Pizza Hut until the lobby closes at eleven. Then, I'll hang out outside for an hour.
12:58am I just got dropped off at the Greyhound station in Fort Leonard Wood! By Jerry. It was cool as hell. He brought me all the way here. I offered him some gas money and he told me he was a strong believer in Karma. This place is dead and they open at six. I believe my bus leaves at five thirty, so I might have to catch the next one at eleven if I miss it. I'm going to go look for a place to camp.
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