IMPORTANT NOTES FROM JUSTIN:
As I post this I am actually at home for the holidays in the San Francisco Bay Area. See, I can't keep up with writing about my journey each day. So, if you hadn't noticed, I am often many days behind. And, sometimes I post entries out of order. For example, today is Day 99 of my trip and I have written up through about Day 88. But, I am actually posting Day 61. Anyways...
But, I plan to continue traveling on January 6—that's when I fly back to Florida to reunite myself with my car.
So, is there no end to this journey? There definitely seems to be no end in sight. There are so many people to meet and enjoy, so many places to fall in love with, and so much to share and learn. So I continue to move with the winds; I continue to entice the winds to follow me.
So, one of the things about this experiment in love and motion and travel is that I have—against my will—assumed the challenging variable I like to call 'being broke'. So, that means I am doing this crazy trip while living, ahem, very frugally. For example, my slutty pants that used to be tight aren't tight anymore—that kind of frugal, you know?
So, what does this mean? Well, hotels are out of the question. I am looking for nice, fun people who can put me up for a few nights and really host me. This would involve me staying at your house for a few days, showing me a good time (since I like good times), feeding my stupid mouth (in an attempt to make my pants fit me again), and whatever general mischief we can get into. And, the best part is that I get to learn about your life and write about our times together! If you think it might be fun to host me for a day or two or three, email me at justingrace AT mac DOT com.
Please make sure to include your address and phone number in your email to me so I can be in touch!
I am especially looking for places to stay in the southeast USA and everywhere on the East Coast. I will be traveling all over the USA, though, so email me no matter where you are because I will probably come visit! Here are the places I will be in the next few weeks that I am still looking for a place to stay at:
• Louisiana (near New Orleans)
• North/South Carolina
Please contact me ASAP if you want to hang out!
US Tour Day 61: Rainy Day In Kenner
It's a grey, rainy day in the average suburb of Kenner, Louisiana.
I didn't want to stick around the house and write. I need a little bit of noise and distraction in order to write. Listening to music is too much distraction. But, being in a cafe or restaurant with background music is just right.
I drove around for about an hour trying to find an internet cafe or a coffee shop where I could write and check my email. No luck. So I drove around the neighborhoods trying to sniff out wireless packets and hop on someone's unprotected network. No luck there, either.
Frustrated and feeling cut off from my main modes of communication I checked myself into the sports bar near Uncle John's house. It was the same one that sold me a daquiri yesterday, and the bartender recognized me.
I sat down to write and tried to keep myself from noticing the photons in the shape of football games emanating from various big screen televisions. I also tried to ignore the screaming football fans who were spending a lot of time commenting on what was happening on the screens as if it they were watching a national televising of the bodily functions of their own children.
I'd like to say that I have an open mind about sports and pretend that I would be happy to sit with my friends and watch the game and have a drink or two. But that would be a gigantic lie. I hate sports. I refuse to be friends with people who openly like sports or devote any time to them. They are like dog owners with jerseys, always talking about incredible dull things as if they were important. If dog owners wore shirts and hats boasting their specific dog affiliations then the two would actually mesh into one, a lot like Voltron, only way the fuck less cool.
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