Wednesday, June 1, 2011


As always, the 1st comes around once more. Thank you, ma and pa. I rely on you. You don't know it, but I do.

I've got a full tank of gas. I have a cooler of bottled water. I have another full of food. My back seat is full of canned beans and bags of chips. My flashlight has batteries. My face is shaved.

It's going to be a good day. The storm seems to have missed me. It's time to move forward again.

Chicago, here I come.


  1. The Mad Ventriloquist wishes Donovan a happy ride to Chicago now that he has money again. He suggests not eating too quickly. It hurts. And it means less food later on.

  2. Why Chicago?

    If I was you, I'd stay out of major cities. Head to like, Baltimore or something. Maybe Go Southwest. I unno that's what I'd do, if I thought that would work.

  3. Thanks Ventriloquist. I've learned not to eat quickly. Bad times. However, I cannot help but eat many Slim Jims on the 1st. Washed down with Mountain Dew. Tradition.

    Why Chicago, asshole? Where the road is taking me. May find others like me. May be able to help them. Something you proxies don't understand.

  4. I take offense to that title, bucko. I'm not proxie. Proxies wear masks and shout at people. Or babble about his greatness and shit.

    Help? Who's a runner gonna help? Everyone's like me, or else they're like the Glass Man fella. We ALL either barely cope to get by or lose it somewhere inside ourselves.

    Something you don't understand.

  5. Get some fiber in that diet. I suggest Gala Apples. You'll thank me when you bowels move nice and regular. XD