dear internet, i promise i will regain touch, and tell you stories like i used to tell you stories. all the stories. best, amanda
today we crawled out from the van in a cramped, need-to-pee way. the service station people barricaded the door saying there is no electricity here, and so we slunk away. everyone in the parking lot had big horse nostrils and beautiful shiny cheeks and looked like a meth addict. o Oil City, Michigan!
we had to close our eyes and just run across the highway, hoping for the best.
"is this a town meeting?"
one day, one day, one day left!
yours, amanda L. at 12:28 AM [+] | |