5:30 p.m. I wake up.
Business.
A guy named Canada and his friend stop by the house. Canada will be an official roommate in January.
Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin D.
Showing Kenneth how to do emails. He’s frustrated with what’s going on with his mother’s house and her will.
“Robert, I swear to God, I’m a magnet for disaster.”
Gathering my things for the trip.
Quick stop at Trader Joe’s to stock up on Salt n Vinegar Chips.
On the road—through US 58—straight down I-95.
Stop at a gas station for Lunch: Egg Salad Sandwich with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Listening to music—feeling a sense of lethargy and droning off.
Eating some of this Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Snack Mix Margot gave me last night.
Thinking hard about recent events and the future. Hearing the songs I’ve been working on in my head—grinding my teeth to make a rhythm—discovering various beats and patterns that fit with them.
Now that I’ve engaged myself, it’s easier to endure the long drive.
Stop at a Marathon gas station near Fayetteville, NC for fuel. The weather here is perfect—a nice cool breeze—no more jacket.
Driving. Driving. Driving. Music. Music. Music.
Stop at a gas station. Eating a cup of Cinnamon Bunches with Milk and walking around—delighted to see Spanish moss on the trees.
More driving.
I take an exit somewhere near Brunswick, Georgia.
Two cats in front of the Super 8 Hotel. The orange tabby one continuously meows and walks back and forth rubbing his head on my leg. I walk into the lobby and notice there’s continental breakfast, so I grab a banana and donut for tomorrow.
Parking in the back of a KFC parking lot to sleep. 7:45 a.m.
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