October 26, 2005

• A Collision Tour 05 part 3

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  WARNING. the following contains unnecessary graphic material:

  so the phsyllium husks did nothing. i mean i’m as regular as they come and now nothing. i think things may be stuck. is that possible? i put one of the pills in a cup of water to test the 50 times thing and nothing really happened so i slept without fear last night. i felt no bloating or excessive swelling. i guess we’ll still just have to stay tuned. i’m just not so sure what my proper course of action should be. i guess i should have figured something swelling to 50 times its original size while in your intestinal track would result in this.

  ok on to bigger (well maybe) and better (surely) things…

  today i give you a tour of the bus. this is how we roll:

  

  home

  

  we call it the pequod (literary reference to moby dick’s whaleship – a microcosmic study of social diversity and interaction.)

  

  dylan (see first tour entry for proper pronunciation) had an air brushed plate made so there’d be no mistake about the “who” that is rolling in pequod. this saddenly prevents our usual responses issued at truckstops to the oft asked question, “who’s in there?” typically we respond either “skynard” , “whitesnake”, or “warrant”. now the answer appears in compliments of mauve. thanks dylan for your thoughtfulness.

  

  this is what dylan sees when he drives. he is asleep right now. he sleeps during the day. drives during the night. vampires and some doctors keep the same hours.

  

  this is the front lounge. welcome to our episode of cribs. i’ll not be showing you what is in the fridge.

  

  nice tele. it is typically tuned to fuse. it is difficult to tell one song from the next on this channel so you really just don’t notice it that much. it functions for the most part as a really pretty light.

  

  just past the lounge is the shower…

  

  and the toilet, pronounced “crapper”. except you are only permitted the discarding of liquids in it. so really “crapper” is a crude misnomer. it is not a completely pleasant thought to know you carry all of the liquids around with you all the time…

  

  this hangs just above the “crapper’.

  

  this is the hallway. it is full of bunk beds, twelve to be exact. lets look inside one…

  

  

  this is hogan’s bunk. i picked his because he is the only one that makes his bed everyday. he is a very tidy person. that’s his backpack that he keeps all of his necessary items in such as toothpaste and physllium.

  

  family photos located just to his left as he lies down each night. he stares at his wife and wishes she were there. he misses her and prays his sacrifice of absence is worthwhile. he’s pretty sure it is and so is she but he still stares at her every night while he lays there talking to her on the phone and afterward, after she hangs up, he stares, remembering her smell and how she appreciates that he makes the bed every morning and wonders if she still sleeps on her side of the bed when he’s gone. her name is robin. his first name is mike. mike and robin. (he just told me that she actually sleeps on his side of the bed when he’s gone. sometimes she gets a shirt of his from the closet. apparently he also has a smell. i think olfactory memory is the most terrifically fierce.)

  

  this is what is located at the foot of mike’s (hogan) bed…

  

  this is what is located inches from his face. each bunk has it’s own tv. you can watch either what is on the front lounge or the back room (me and toni’s place) or what is on the dvd player. or you can plug in what is located at the foot of your bed that helps you cope with the passing of time.

  

  my room. at the end of the hallway, just past the 12 bunks.

  

  thanks for dropping by. ya’ll come back now ya hear?

  it is now time to go be with the fine folks of jackson. it is a beautiful room tonight. this really old church downtown. it is huge! i just popped my head in. the shane’s were sounding fabulous and the crowd was packed in and lively!! i’m really excited.

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