Monday, May 30, 2011


Slept in my car again. Out of money. Gotta last till the 1st. Just two days. Then I can get out of here. Hit a city. Find a hotel. Sleep well for once.

This place is too small. I hate small towns. I feel exposed. Ran out of gas, though. Couldn't get to Chicago. Had to make a stop. I've been here a week. Locals aren't taking kindly to me. Was talked to by a few cops. I told them I'm living out of my car for a blog. They believed me, prolly because its true.

At least there have been no attacks. All has been quiet. It's put me on edge. I'm sure this is the quiet before the storm. My feet itch. They need to move. They know it's coming. Just two more days.

Just two more days.


  1. Money comes in on the 1st. Every 1st. Long story. Will tell another time.

  2. Small towns are very small. The Mad Ventriloquist doesn't like them either. He really likes New York, but Chicago is nice. They both have great pizza.

    The Mad Ventriloquist wishes Donovan luck at living in his car for two days.

  3. Call me crazy, but I don't think you can ever really run away from anything. Especially big things.

    But some people were born to run, some were born to die.

    I suppose.