We sat on the rooftop of his flat, spread out around an iron table; Diego and Jose in chairs, and I in hammock, expressing our expectations for the coming week and trip; like kerouac said, we 'burned like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars,' mindful of now and tomorrow's brightness, yet mindless to our inability to legitimately fulfill whimsical projections; as always. I am convinced, opportunities are better met without projection...other than our being there, with thankful hearts, rather than hunting them like food...or so it seems in my case.
"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple..." more kerouac.
Marlboro reds and laughter; we broke 12:30 and moved toward bedrooms. 4 o'clock sounded, and we cold-showered our way into car and down the El Salvador I-5 westbound to airport; with Katie Perry on the car speakers, we starred excitement into darkness and worn lane reflectors; saying a prayer for the overturned semi in the ditch between east and west.
Through customs, we were Portland bound, via Houston, Denver, and San Francisco, as the coffee flowers withered in my backpack, and layover airport food, coffee, and beer, emptied our cash, day one.
But we were happy, and that was all we could think about.
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Speechless man. Too much in this. Too much light, too much life in this
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