Shifting through time and The Long Wait. Cigarette smoldered down to a butt - the cries and shouts and hacking of a hundred hobos echo in my mind. I stand and I wait. Waiting for the world to turn.
I am up to speed with the necessities of my quest - that long walk to Nowhere. But I am doing it anyway, you dig? The natives are getting hostile and I am quite drained from thier antics - I don't wanna here of your pathetic problems, got my own.

Nothing to write - cause nothings going on.

Exept the fact that I am sending the kid back to El Paso. A month of nothing. Guess the fool can do nothing there, too.