Some amusing some just precious and some..well u decide.
Somewhere in Texas
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Van Horn Texas
During a much needed tire change the gentleman who pulled up in truck full of tires I asked “what’s Van Horn known for?” I got a nod. “You born and raised here?” Ya” okay Mr. Helpful “would you like some coffee or something to drink” “Na”. Wikipedia states Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos bought 290,000 acres just north of here for space technology compound. And this place might be one of the sites of an underground placement of the 10,000 years clock. Who knew…me and the tire guy didn’t. Last night we witnessed a border patrol checkpoint west of here where a drug sniffing dog went crazy on a vehicle of what look to be Yuppie owned. Was it cannabis or something else? The dog pulled away from leash jumped up often and barked like this car was extra hot. Busted. Zia jian
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Sleazy Eight
Can you imagine a road dawg’s rite of passage includes staying a seedy motel. Well I did and boy was I on alert. I see a police officer at a fast food drive thru. I ask “how’s this place? You know it’s bad when someone answer with a question. “How long you stayin?” One night “oh you’ll be okay” this place is known for dope according to the officer That’s just great I was going to lay out by the pool and read. Got a little reassurance from desk clerk who was counting out a mountain of change telling a guest holding a cardboard sign “You’re short again I’ll cover the rest”. But the piece de resistance happened when this gal looks in to offer her company not knowing I was in the room. She saw the legs of the driver and decided that door left ajar was an invitation. Man this is some crazy joint. I could handle the homeboy veterano on his bike circling his territory riding in between the 53 foot long trucks staring hard when I was getting a drink. It was the gal that scared me because she partially entered the room until she heard a bellowed “NO”. All I’m thinking is “man I am losing my edge” situations like these didn’t scare me as much as before, now I just wanna get some shut eye and in the morning get the hell out of the Easy Eight.
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4 Days
The number of days it takes to get from one coast to another. Not bad although there are guys who do it less time, two and a half or 3 days and they brag about it. I just wanna be safe and what’s the rush. The road is where I do a lot of thinking the deep soulful kind. I pair this with cabin fever which presents itself in many ways some I’m not proud of. I will pick a small fight hoping the slim adrenaline rush gets us an extra seventy to a hundred miles closer and more awake or how many states will this fly travel thru before he/she flies out or dies? Plus this time we have the CB which just made its debut thank goodness. Finally leaving for Florida tomorrow. Or as the Cubana say “Flor rida”.
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I’m One of Them
Di tou zu. Phonetically you say “dee toh zoo” I learned this from Yang Yang my online YoYo Chinese teacher. Can you guess what it means? everyone is guilty of it. On their phones at airports restaurants, bus stops and while walking. It means I’m a low head or low heads. So this is now number two on my list. First the gluttenites (gluten free people) & the low heads.
1 out of 2 not bad. Til next time Zai jian.
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Oh Boy…No it’s a Girl.
I may not know the all the nuances as it is a painful yet ultimately joyous story but here it goes. My Mom was a novice postulate (year one for a nun) and Mother Superior took her aside and told her that this was not her calling. The nuns at the Convent of the Good Shepperd in Los Angeles in essence kick out a young girl who knew very little of the world. Once put out (I’m exaggerating a bit) she was lost and was helped out by a tall blonde guy who got her pregnant and she ended up ironically in another convent to give
birth to a girl. The worst happened, they let my mom hold her and then took the baby away to be put up for adoption. This painful event was the source of my mom’s amnesia to the point of using a hypnotherapist to recall dates and times. At 28 years old and after my brother Aaron’s death at age 21 my mom told me I had a sister. The reason for this story is simple. My Sister lives here in Seattle and its one of the best things that happened to me so much I had to blog about it. I joke with her since my dad was Mexican and hers wasn’t. I say we are chocolate and vanilla
Sister Seattle
I took the Sounder commuter train in Kent up to Seattle to see my Jie Jie (Mandarin for elder sister) for $3.25 then hop a bus $2.50 and got here quick. The moving industry is slowing down and I parted ways with my partner who I’ll meet up again in Long Beach California in a few days Meanwhile I’ll be staying at The Moore. It is a great hotel because it’s not a chain and the building is family owned 2 sisters and 3 brothers. Claw foot bath tubs & no two rooms are alike. It’s 2 blocks from Pikes Place Market Two nights $94.00 total not bad, an espresso bar in the same lobby serves up a little treat with your order. I’ll crash at my sister’s once her current guests leaves. Rachel Ginger beer store is becoming a regular gig and the Hibiscus pomegranate magenta mule will be my order tomorrow. Ziajian
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Nebraska
Sign off highway “Do not pick up hitchhikers” I was asked if I knew what that meant. To me it was obvious just don’t pick up hitchhikers. “Nope it means there is a prison near by”. I also learned there are two seasons winter and construction. The candy colored cones everywhere. The combines rolling across the fields late at night with lights giving the only indication they are out there. I took so much for granted as I sit in a cantina with chips and salsa in front of me it dawns on me how much the work of others goes into my enjoyment. Being out here is humbling. Shalom
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Time Warp
I asked “are we on east coast central or pacific time?” It’s obvious based on location but circadian rhythm is what I’m talking about. Out here days and times are thrown off schedule. I pass through 3 states in one day and two time zones later I’ll ask “Where are we?”. I’m not a driver yet so as I look outside to the rows of houses, trailers and Doughboy pools I tend to focus on the people who dwell there. I make up a stories, little cute ones about who comes over to swim and when is so and so going fishing with Uncle Mel. They are wholesome good stories which speaks to my internal dialog. Racing towards and away from the sun, chasing the clock and losing track of days is peculiar event I’ve come to accept.
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The Sting
Imagine Wendy O Williams from plasmatics (early 80’s punk My Mtv). I was doing truck stop laundry and there’s a gal with multi muted colored spiky hair, tartan skirt, black boots and yea she was a trucker “F**k this F**k that”. Good figure and a pretty face that had seen a lot. She shares a tale of woe “ya I used to be a stripper down in Florida” she also left out a lot. She was pissed because her man cheated and ended up marrying the transition chick. That let into a diatribe about men. I’m thinking shit I got stuck with this crazy gal who’s gonna go on and on. Then I asked her. “Have you ever been in love?” She said “Yes 14 years ago I had the love of my life” I said “Good, some people go an entire life without.” She agreed and went back to folding her thong panties.
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Girl about the country 