Roadtrip

Been planning this roadtrip for a while.
Got money, cell phone, and driver's license, debit card.
The tune-up was last week. Checked the oil. Spare tire is ok.
Draws, socks, shirt? Yeah everything is packed.

Didn't leave quite on time, but that's ok. Better late than never.
Swing by, pick up my co-pilot. and we out. Straight to Success-ville!

a few hours later..........

Hypnotized by the constant vibration, and the neverending strobe
of highway lanes, my mind starts to wonder.......

"Walking slowly up in the Rand-McNally offices, 25lbs of C-4, military grade,
not that cheap terrorist shit.!"

.........3,2,1
KAABOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Black soot fills the room!!

Reality comes back to me.
This motherf&#*in' map is no damn good!
I Can't unfold the damn thing and drive at the same time!
Its tearing apart at the creases, the words are illegible, (mainly from my
beer mishap a few miles back), but that ain't my fault! Shit ain't lookin'
good on this here road trip.

On life's inevitable highway, lost. Without a clue as to the direction I'm
headed, or where I'll end up. Broken gas-gauge, bad alternator, and no
spare. I do have a radio though!
Memories from the oldies station crackles through the speakers.........

".......Ooooh child, things are gonna get easier"
"Oooh, things'll get better"

The only station that comes in with any clarity, and I'm getting very tired
of that shit. That song I've heard too many times. My tape deck broke a
long time ago, and can't afford a new system. I gotta keep this damn car
running! I tell you, priorities is a bitch. A/C is shot, hot wind blows
across my face, evaporating any sweat droplets that dare escape to the
surface of my forehead. No relief. "Trucker's nut" set in a long time ago.

I did have a co-pilot for a minute, and we were rolling good for a while.
I drove, she read the map, kept up with the time, organized the restroom
stops, and even made sandwiches. I thought the relationship was of
mutual importance, as I had taken on the responsibility to drive. She
ended up car-hopping to some dude at the last rest stop and burned the
road up! I can only remember the tailights and chrome 22"s of a black
Escalade. This Honda can't compete with that. I guess she got uncomfort-
able and opted for the luxury of what money brings. That shit got its own
navigation, CD/MP3/DVD s and TVs. I tell you, sometimes women are like
flies, always on some new shit. I just struggled back on the highway.
DAMN!

Passed mile marker 33. Don't see that anywhere on the map. Don't know
what that means. Am I closer to where I'm trying to get to? Or does that
mean I'm farther away than need be? Not sure if taking that detour Near
East Carolina was neccessary. I'm still questioning was that rest stop was
worth the time. Maybe I would have a Escalade too. Or at least an Accord.
At least I wouldn't be worried about breaking down. (Would I still know
where to go?)

"I wonder should I get off here, or try that exit back there" I've tried that
before, thinking it will bring me straight to Success-ville. I know it exists,
I've seen pictures! I met people from there, and heard of what goes on!
Good jobs, nice homes, money to do things, good livin' in general!
THAT'S WHERE I GOTS TO BE! Tired of Poorville. Seen, done, and know
everything there is to know about that dreaded place. It's always the same
soup, just re-heated everyday. I had to get away, I had to leave, which
prompted this road trip, which seems to lead knowhere.

Everyone I met from my intended destination loves it there in Success-ville.
They were only visiting relatives, or was thereto finish-up some business
back in Poorville where I remained. I noticed that they all couldn't wait
to get back home after moving to the sanctity of their suburbian lives.

This journey has become a miserable, tiresome trek. Trying to relocate from
Poorville seems to be a difficult task. I've accomplished what I thought needed
to be done. And a little more. Do I make a u-turn back to school?Do I keep
driving forward? Or do I get off here and hitch-hike with someone who does
have a map? Naw, I'd rather drive myself. But I've done a whole lotta driving
just to end up nowhere, and with no direction.
I don't need anyone to ride with me, I just want a new damn map.
And gas money to keep rollin'