GO HOME, SNIDELY
I came here in a Conestoga wagon - a reverse
trek from the one most people know. I didn't
hit no mountains, see, just a thruway and a
driveway and the GSP. That's the Garden State
Parkway, it you gotta' know. It's a meaningless
name. There's no Garden State, and the's no park
upon it. Large clumps of mangled tract-housing
and rivers like puke. Herons and egrets on the
run for their lives. I can't explain, but I want
to go back again. My Conestoga trek, in the
other direction, all over again.
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