We've finally slept on something more substantial than a car seat. I owned a patch of floor near a futon holding two. Near my feet was an army cot and another sleeping bag. In the dining room next door was another body in a bag, sans the toe tag. This is the layout of the apartment we're in. Marlon and Anida are great hosts. They've already woken up at 4 in the morning to open their door to us, and, throughout this stay, I'm sure they'll open more doors for us.

Our two hemispheres really began in Iowa. Robert was driving, going near our average speed of 85 mph. Out of nowhere, red lights went up and the van pulled over to the side of the road. Robert was asked outside, frisked, sat inside the police car, reprimanded/ticketed/tagged/weighed, and let go. We drove off to follow a detour right into the lap of another patrolman. He followed us for no longer than 20 minutes, pulling alongside us, pulling behind us, waiting for us to wrong the system. Stopping at a truck stop to foil the friendly officer, we all entered to pee and poo and look face-drawn and sad. The cashier said, "Smile, it doesn't get any better." She told us about a big drug bust involving California plates and a bunch of young kids - like hippies, you know, kinda like poets. Yeah, poets are the devil's spawn. I wouldn't watch their performance shit even with my WWJD t-shirt on and matching keychain, hanging out my pocket for protection.

Sorry folks, I will not get political because I feel like I can't. Not really that I can't but that I don't have much to say. Except, that my bleached hair is beginning to offend me. I might have to shoot myself.

Two hemispheres - right and wrong - color and blank - light and dark - wing and thigh.