travel
-
Snow-dumb. It’s a sensation that overtook me quite a few times as a professional driver. You spend so much time fixated on a field of white rolling along, mile-to-mile, and your brain blurs. I’d forgotten about it until a few minutes ago. Hell hath no career like truck-driving. I left my truck unlocked and wide-open
-
I know many of the things I speak about on this page are extraordinary, but that’s always been my life. I make up things for a living, and I can’t make this stuff up. I mean, I could, but I don’t need to. It actually happens. My wife was on the couch doing some course
-
I’ve said it in so many days, and I’ll say it again… I hate traveling. Not the journey’s physical movement from place to place, or the exploration of new, interesting locales, but the overnights. Beds, kitchens, living areas; all places where I can’t relax when it belongs to others. I feel like I’m being watched
-
The morning sun cruelly peeks through drawn curtains. We managed to victor against parking lot floodlights with ease for three nights, but the big, scary, burning ball of death wins supreme. I’m up. I managed to grab a shower before the chaos of vacating the hotel room begins. I feel quite refreshed, but I failed
The Gonzo Wolf 