| it sucks so much. he had his last court date yesterday and got a felony charge. he got a 5 year suspended sentence, 2 months of it he has to serve starting this friday. its so lame. i'm still going out west as planed, only without my side kick. i can't believe this crap. i'm going to miss him so much.
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| i just got home a few hours ago. its nice to be off the road for a little bit. brock and i left Idaho on saterday, it took us 7 days to hitch all the way across the country. we are out of here on the 30th. court went fine for our last arrest. we took the hi-line out west. CSC in montana was life changing. after that we went to idaho with brandt and then hitched home. 
Montana 
North Dakoda 
the Hi-Line 
Christian Summer Camp 
Idaho 
Hitching East |
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| the past two months have been awesome. except for missing emma so much things are going well. the road has been great, i've been traveling with brock. got arrested a week ago for riding freight, have to go back to IN with brock for court then head west. WV 
KY 
MN 
WI 
Chi Town 
IN 
IL 
i've been all over the midwest the past couple months. i'm back in va now till the end of the month for my bros wedding. |
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| Well I'm changing all my strings
I'm gonna write another travelin' song
about all the billion highways
and the cities at the break of dawn
I guess the best that I can do now
is to pretend that I've done nothing wrong
and to dream about a train
that's gonna take me back where I belong
Well now the ocean speaks and spits
and I can hear it from the interstate
and I'm screamin' at my brother on a cellphone
he is far away
And I'm saying nothing in the past or future
ever will feel like today
until we're parking in an alley
just hoping that our shit is safe
So I go back and forth forever
All my thoughts they come in pairs
Oh I will, I won't, I doubt, I don't,
I'm not surprised but I never feel quite prepared
Now I'm hunched over a typewriter
I guess you call that paintin' in a cave
And there's a word I can't remember
and a feeling I cannot escape
And now my ashtray's overflowing
I'm still staring at a clean white page
Oh and morning's at my window
she is sending me to bed again
Well I dream the dark on the horizon
I dream the desert where the dead lay down
I dream a prostituted child touching an old man in a fast food crown
Oh yeah, I dreamt this ship was sinkin' there was people screaming all around
And I awoke to my alarm clock it was a pop song it was playin' loud
So I will find my fears and face them
or I will cower like a dog
I will kick and scream or kneel and plead
I'll fight like hell to hide that I've given up
.bright eyes. |
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