driving all night by yourself
sort of hallucinating already
i stopped in a hippy town to buy gas and i'm pretty sure that
in a funny, cruel game the coffee is definitely drugged or either the auto-driveaway people have rigged the car to run off the road for insurance scam purposes.
i cannot figure out which...and it might be too late.

I've slept with dictionaries and faked foreign accents in bars, learned forbidden dances and attended protests unsure of the motivations, because I secretly couldn't read the flyer. I've ran in streets with homeless kids in Brazil and started dance parties at art fairs in Miami. I've trapped and skinned animals with my Grandpa, drank champagne in Champagne, and sang punk rock in Berlin. I like these extremes in life and being caught in the liminal. It is here betwixt and between I find my passion for life and the human condition, Through all of my wanderlust, and experimentation, I know: We are all in this together, we are all dying, and we all have stories.