Wednesday, April 06, 2005

It was about two hours later until Ben’s high had abated enough that he gave half a shit where he was or what he was doing. Staring at the road going by & by, he felt this little feeling, like he’d done this before, possibly better, possibly worse, like some piece of technology had let him down and produced a random hiccup, that he had a chance to remodify the edges and possibly produce something better. Then the thought was gone.

He was in the woods now, and they were steadily rising. The SUV passed a road sign, announcing the highway, I-70, and then a few miles later, something called Grand Mesa was coming up, he missed how many miles away. Checking the gas guage, he realized somewhere along the line they must have filled up the tank, oh yeah, he did, back in, what? Buttfuck Egypt, whatever that little town was called, well, anyway, it was woodsy owl time now kids, Don & Eddie were asleep, and he felt an odd sense of peace, rising up through the Colorado greenery, pondering what they’d done and what they hadn’t done.