Bus Ride Overture

10 Feb

“We are stopping here for fifeteen minutes, this is nowhereville, smoke’em if you got’em,” a crackling voice speaking awakes us.

We stumble outside that building over there looks like a face we say to each other, and who wouldn’t want to stay at that motor inn.

Flea bitten and now maybe beg bud ridden hotels/motels not my thing, nor is it yours.

I take this picture holding you in my arms as we smoke cigarettes in nowhere Virginia- on our way to Oklahoma by bus. And. It begins.

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