that's where i'm at.
texas is beautiful to the point it makes my heart hurt.
i cried much of the way back home after crossing the OK border.
the stateline into colorado consisted of a wall of smoke.
wyoming welcomed me with open arms.
i saw gettobirds.
and i saw a three-legged horse.
the statue outside the AQHA hall-of-fame bares the name of Sacred.
the horse i saw didn't actually have three legs but one was broke so it might as well have.
i've never seen that before.
the neighbor told me, "it's been like that for a while."
Texas Department of Transportation stayed with me on the side of the road.
together, we waited for the sheriff to arrive.
tomorrow, i will call to find out what happened.
i stopped in alabama to visit the history of radio museum.
the museum was closed.
i sang songs a capella in the parking lot.
i was the only one there.
nearby, i rode my bike outside the Jamz Skate Center.
the Skate Center was closed, too.
there was a place called Milo's in the distance.
i left a brand new, unopened copy of Water Liar's Wyoming album on the radio building.
i ate some oatmeal. i sat under a tree. i thought about life.
i played one song from an Andes Incantation cassette tape and burned incense before i left.
it was hot.
the sun was bright.
in maryland, the sign on the beach says the Black Skimmers and Terns are endangered.
i couldn't walk any further.
the horseshoe crabs lay dead where the tide went out.
i made headstones for them from seashells.
after crossing the OK line, i cried most of the way home.