The coffee is real good today. A small feeling of indifference as I look at my unloaded pack laying on the floor. With all my findings from the road scattered like they found a new home. But they will never love you like I do. Looking through pictures from the road. And good jams flowing through the speakers.
I still can't help but look through my old travel logs. I ran up on one that I haven't posted yet. It was a smaller one a 4.5x3.25 in / 11.4x8.2 cm notepad. It was easier to get to, I guess to take time from grabbing my other one that stayed snugged tight in my pack.
It's mostly filled with poetry, blood stains and drunk babble. I got a opportunity to move to South Philly and I am. All I gotta do is fix a car up that was once my grandmothers. So does this mean no more train hopping and hitch hiking? No.
Just something different I guess. After all I was always good with change.
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