The Traveler (Part 9)

(9)

YBFJ

Love, Mom

The Traveler,

Man he needed me more than I needed myself

His soul was speaking

“don’t leave me know

echoed in Pink

I bet he wished she was there is she ever had even existed

Strappado

Staple me to the altar!

He had no other

He had nothing better to do

except to rust away, you know what they say about rust and shit

my good friend Neil Young claims it never sleeps, keeps on keeping on like a soul that weeps and crows at the murderous attempt of this here excursion and excuses for life happenings,

blah I need a beer I thought. he was 29 or something, he could buy me beer, us beers, wow genius god is real after all! Myself at the time agnostic as hell, borderline manic, quarter shot Jim beam.

We both shared the same eyes and wicked soul.

He asked me over and over,

Please man can I use your phone, so I took my hand licked the phone and gave it to him, abracadabra

Please man its just my girlfriends, they want to meet you man, they love you now man

Your my hero,

sounded in the corridor and floor of that pitiful Meijer gas station.

PS he said, my girls call me Gas Station, as does my mother.

He said Nate come on man I have no home

I said give it a rest either do I