WANDERLUST IS
A FUCKING SHIT
The June I spent in Winnipeg was hot,
and then San Francisco was nothing
but cold : big white boffo clouds that
rolled in each evening and coated the
city like a syringe. Grainy mountains
majesty and all the rest.
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Moving towards Seattle, I ran out of
gas and had to walk 6 miles. I got to
Arthur Jack's Service Center, with its
big-sign logo of a carburetor'd hand.
It seemed out of date even then. He
kindly drove me back with five gallons
of new gas in a red metal can with a
nifty spout.
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We sought to reach Reno, where the
same people who get married come
back to be divorced. In a land where
everything's simple. I never got over
it. This wanderlust is a fucking shit.
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