The truckstop at Gulfport, MS.

Posted: November 28, 2010 in Uncategorized

Fuck Canal Road. This truck stop. The players and the game. There is nothing here but ordinary. Just ordinary. No shrines to build. No moments of silence in remembrance of a dynamic experience. I don’t need any of it. Don’t need to carry it or respect it or admire the land it happened on. There is nothing holy here. It has served its purpose. I’ve used it up, and I’m not looking back. The only thing worth keeping is what is built into me. Everything else can burn. I win.

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