March 19, 2004|
Tonight, I feel strange.
I just left a message for Lauren wherein I described this place I kept seeing as I was laying in bed, trying to sleep, trying to shake the nauseousness.
There was a tree I was occasionally under. It was next to a bench, made for bus waiting. A little down the road was a gas station where we went. I think we were picked up there. There was talk of drugs. There were Mexicans. I think it may have started out as day and ended as night.
Did I imagine it? I don't think I did. I don't know why I'm thinking of it.