to have inner peace…

There were several notes written down in his copy of Baudrillard’s, AMERICA…phone numbers of ex-wives…adresses of friends ‘cross country…the number for mental hygiene in New York…a reminder of a pawn shop at 43rd and 9th…poems from patients at Bellevue…journal entries…

The book sat on his desk next to, The Holy Bible…the first book ever given to him…red leather with gold lettering…complete with maps and drawings of a blue eyed blond haired Jesus holding a lamb…petting a lamb…it’d been years since he’d read it…

THE STRANGER, by Camus sat on his night stand…along with a copy of ,ULYSSES, and a collection of work by Ted Hughes titled, THE RIVER…he would spend his nights reading these books…nights when he could not sleep…he’d read a chapter…a verse…and his mind would wander…drift in and out on various thoughts…memories…travels…journeys…

On this particular night he thought ’bout the second time he took off ‘cross the U.S.and into Canada…driving to North Carolina one day and to Iowa the next…then off to Connecticutt and into Vermont traipsing up to Montreal and back down to New York City…spending money wildly on drink…hookers…cheap hotels…gas to get him from one discovery to the next…a mania that would last a month…then crashing in a hospital bed in Pittsburgh…

This was just one of his many trips throughout America…he’d jump on a Greyhound with a dollar to his name and wind up in Dallas…hitch-hike to D.C. …catch a ride with a trucker to Chicago…sleeping in parks…shelters…under viaducts…sharing beds with strangers…in search of bleu cheese olives at two in the morning…gin soaked and dirty…

It’d been two years since he’d been on the road…and now at 50…he was considering it again…taking off into the abyss…the darkness of which this country is in…hoping to find hope…but settling for nothing more than inner peace…

To have inner peace…to have inner peace…isn’t that what we all want…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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