my trip to nyc made me very aware of my inability to choose my own path through life. maybe inability is the wrong word. my fear of disappointing my family. ahhh... but on to the trip. in st. charles missouri i awoke to find my seatmate on the bus masturbating. i was so shoked i didn't say anything. i just got up and went to the bathroom on the bus, waited for five minutes for her to finish and went back. she wasn't done when i got back. i stayed in queens near 42nd (?) and Courthouse Sq. i road by the desk at hunters point every day and could understand mark's urge to sit behind it. i roamed around the city in awe for several days. i was accosted by drunk persons while searching for a particular bar. shoved the drunk men off of me, and walked on. on the way home our bus was running late, so we missed the bus going from des moines to kc. i suggested we hitchhike, and so we did. it was my first hitchhiking experience. nothing to fear. i might hitchhike to san francisco over winter break. i desperately want out of kansas right now. somene rescue me. |
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