This is tiring. To sit at a typewriter. To have nothing to say. John Prine wrote about people who have nuthin to say. What kind of people are they?
My wife makes great pizza. We had some for dinner. I would compare it to chili and cornbread, I would but how? Both are good, very good.
Chrunch, Chrunch.
Chrunch. Chrunch. The boots made that sound on the side of a road. The dry sound of an empty gas can. From a car out of gas. He could see the sing up ahead. “103 (degrees) (pause) 2.89 (dollars)” He had enough money. And a hell of a walk back to the car.
It was hot and dry and fuck if he knew what he was going to do with gas in the car. He just had no ideas. He thought about finishing the drive into Boise. Or was he really thinking of Albuerrue and did he really want to drive there. Long distance there. Or maybe he should look for a town not yet grown into a city yet. A town with the tallest buildings being three or five stories tall.
Yeah, well, maybe. He supposed any place would do. Any place at all.
Oh, that is shit. He wanted a place with Indian Food, with Thai Food, with pizza better than he could make it, with Vegan Food when he was wanting something like that. There was a whole bunch of other food types but you need a big place, a place with lots of people and lots of people who wanted different kinds of food. It took more than just a large city to provide that kind of eating. Ah shit.
He filled the gas can, Where are you taking it? Back down the road a bit. Hot day to walk. That it is. If you wait an hour I can drive you back down the road. Save you the walk. You sure? You can’t be that far. Sure, I can take you. I think I’ll have a chocolate malt then, while I wait.
About three miles down the road he pulled over. There was only a car every five or ten minutes. Thanks for the ride. No problem, I’m going this way anyway. He crossed the road, then the other road. Added the gas and got rolling again. Now what? He thought about that while filling the tank. Now what?
— MichaelRpdx :: rkmm/48
Yep, don’t have anything to write about. It would be good to think of things to write about.