RESIDUAL ENERGY LOOP
UNEXPLAINED MYSTERY
03/16/2010 ccj 10-6785 6am; "it's not very much," razor, not chow, makes me take chow, give it away by turning around and giving it to someone. mark, the log truck driver from estacada gets 3 years for pointing a gun at his wife cos she wouldnt shut up. there's a new guy who i first met in the clinic. he's in 13 where Jerry used to be before he moved to trusty block. new guy says he got 4th degree assault for throwing an orange at his wife. he said his wife through a succini at him. he says the judge wants to change it to 4th degree felony assault with an orange. simple tuesday. no clinic. oppi might call my mom today but that's "hear-say." 1st layer of skin came off my finger. hurts like hell. looks really narly.
DREAM: i'm in dad's pickup. he's driving. we're going way out in the woods. i know the place is far enough out that we should get gas first. we pull into a station that looks empty. we back around the corner to the pumps. there are all kinds of people around now. they start pumping the gas and i go inside the little store. there's an asian girl, the one from MLK and columbia behind the counter. the store is full of all kinds of things to buy; watches, incense, candy, cigs ... i get a pack of red licorish. dad's finished with the gas. he orders breakfast for us. we sit down at a table in the middle of the parking lot. i pull up a chair and sit down to eat. i'm driving my f150 over a road going through blackberries. it's a rough road recently cleared off. the road becomes impassable. i'm in salkum. i park, get out, look around a little so i can remember where my truck is. the road is muddy. i walk down the hill. there's another newly cleared road off the the left making a "Y." i keep straight down the road and find an old cargo container. as i walk up to it, i hear sawing, like a hacksaw blade. i call out "dunken" and peer in the door. ricky's inside fixing up the trailer's insides. i go wow nice job. i've been wanting to get one like this. he's cooking and boiling water on a gas flame stove in front of a horse trailer. it's very unfinished; plywood, nails, tools... it's raining and it drips into the trailers unfinished parts. it's getting late and dark out. i wanna get going so i can find my truck. inside the trailer is a gun, a cupboard, a sidedoor, pots and pans, no chairs or seats, no windows. i can see i'm way east oh hwy 212 past 142nd when i meant to get to 135th. dude there says they're building a new safe way office up the hill. i take off back up the hill to my truck. there's a new two story house under construction but i dont see an office building. i have to get around the house but there's a ...
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[picture description <wiki commons, English: Loganton Country Store - Loganton, PA Date 23 January 2010 Source Own work Author Jdbeard184 41° 2' 4.37" N 77° 18' 22.33" W >]
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