The Copasetic Lounge

I wrote this back to my wife when I was out west.  We had just started dating.  I added her emails into it sporadically.

Arizona…Day One…Getting there…

     Went ta sleep bout 10:30 pm Thurs night,,,dad had left to drop Drake our dog off at Christine’s house…I just was dozin’ off bout 12:15 or so…expectin’ dad ta wake me up w/a ruckus upon his return…unfortunately, I was right…

 

     He eventually settled down after a bit…went ta sleep himself…we woke up at 3:50  or so…ugh, was dog-tired…I hadda pack up all my stuff, etc…he brought so much stuff, even the previous night’s unopened wendy’s, and a box of entenmann’s donuts…he calls cab…cab arrives…

 

     Cabbie is TOTALLY weirdo…goes inta delightful lil’ gem of a story bout this 94-yr. Old woman  who would pay him to drive her around, didn’t care where for while for $500.00 each time…one time saying, and I’m only quoting this cause its unbelievably gross in the fact I even heard this story, so as a result as a form of cathartic therapy relaying it onto you the reader…so, enjoy…lol)…she tells him “my right hand’s tired…(can ya SEE where this is goin’, people? Lol)..he says ta her…”what do ya mean?”  “you know why,,cause of masterbating…, she says…eck…was gonna gag hearin’ this crap…couldn’t get ta airport soon enough I swear…

 

     We get in airport…check bags in at this state-o-art kiosk thingie w/our ids’ ..check bags…go to metal detectors…course, as par for the course, I drop my 2 carry-ons on the belt, notebook, in hand, walk through detector unheeded…then the fun begins…at this point, we’re runnin’ late mind you for our 6am flight…dad goes through…beep…hasta go into this lil’ plastic security cubicle, take belt, shoes, empty pockets, the whole nine…gets repeatedly waned by the guy…I notice there’s lil’ foot outlines on the floor in there, where yer supposed ta stand while this going on, seat too…even littler footsteps, chair w/tiger on the back too….lol, no kidding, folks…anyway, while dad’s practically getting’ strip-searched, prob  minute or so from…jk, another security jokes to another bout dad’s box of donuts…sayin’ hey want breakfast or lunch?  Some could have been insulted by the frankness, I however thought it was funny, them goofin’ on dad’s choice of bringin’ that stuff…Anyway, shuttle ride, an experience akin to surfin’ I think, later we walk ta terminal, board… let the fun begin…

 

     I get on first, bang my head on not the initial low overhead piece of door metal but instead the first hall one, was wearin’ black gators cap, glasses, it still kinda smarted… it’s a small, small plane…one aisle… 3 seats ta left and 3 ta right…TVs hang over the hallway aisle…we proceed towards back of plane…I say ta dad, ‘Dad, where we sittin’?”…he looks up ticket…says here…he takes window seat, I struggle jamming my stuff inta overhead compartment, I sit with my feet on top of dad’s bag, I’ in the outer seat, one between us…we strap in…we’re one row back from left wing …

 

     Enter minor trouble, but still very irritating cause of the whole lack of sleep thing, etc…course dude comes ta me, I’m in his seat, I move ta middle one…girl with pink top, big boobs with visible through shirt bra (normally,,,I wouldn’t mind this, persay…but she’s overweight, not ugly, just needs like diet, exercise, lol… ANYWAY….sits down in front of me (I only mention this cause we see her later on 2^nd flight)…plane’s getting’ ready to leave, but blond gal w/ kid come to us…”you’re in our seats”, she says…dad re-checks tickets, looks ta where we’re suppose ta be cross aisle, says, “ they’re in ours”…in a controlled (but still kinda bitchy in my eyes), voice calls over a stewardess…I’m gripein’ ta dad how I’m all locked in and how I don’t wanna move, which of course, dad then says we’ll move…thankfully, she doesn’t take him up on it, couple people switch, prob solved…

 

     Flight from Orlando to Atlanta takes off, I ask dad ta say lil’ prayer first, he does…no breakfast, just coffee, a soda if ya want one…dad course whips out the box of donuts, even offers one ta guy next ta me…he takes it (I’m thinkin’ ta self, dude…they could be drugged…lol) …I get a tiny lil’ minute maid orange juice (its so generic I swear, wishin’ I’d brought Tropicana jug myself at this point)…I finish it in like 2 gulps…I decide ta suck on ice cube…course, it falls out my mouth, off the older guy next ta me’s leather jacket and between my pant legs..i apologize and corral the cube…lil’ later, I’m bored silly, so somehow me and dad are discussin’ space

…dad asks me if plane goes straight up into atmosphere…waits…comes back…with earth turnin’, wouldn’t it be in different place then before…guy to my right hears this…goes into dark matter/physics debate…dad even asks him if heaven is out there in it, guy says he doesn’t know (believe either it sounds) heaven…I turn ta lookin’ out at the window, zone him out, lookin’ at all the lil’ people down there (well, technically, cars)…  

 

     45 min or so later…we arrive…we’vean hour ta burn, so we take time getting’ getting off plane…dad, course, last…asks pilot why so bumpy at times…then apologizes/compliments him on getting us there…lol…we go ta food court there…dad meanders around like senile alzheimer’s patient…I’m like lets sit (I’m carryin’ 3 bags at this point plus tired)…dad waits in line or eggs, sausage, the works…I break out that wendy’s bag…eat a burger…I look over, they have a Chili’s Too in this place…wonder why its called that?…. I watch this older black guy sing gospel praises to people, whether anyone is paying attention or not, dad does, compliments his singin’…course dad’s gotta stop, yammer on bout his telecommunication company Excel to this poor black family (poor as in I feel for them bein’ subjected to that)…then finally we go ta terminal…as we wait, another guy dad harasses (he’s a welder come from Pittsburgh)…dad stops at one point points a people-mover that a cop/security dude’s riding on…I later see golf cart-thingie, I joke how its runnin’ on two AA batteries…lol…

 

     we board, late of course, cause of dad’s talkin’…I bump head AGAIN…this tim attendant says oops…we walk, sit in middle aisle, me on left end, hes in middle, blond, late 40’s to his right…2 seats ta left of me…Asian oldtimer by window w/glasses, black guy lil’ older than me, I think, on endnear me…2 seats same on other side of plane…we’re on the left wing…behind my dad…that large pink shirted gal and 2 dudes on either side of her (they yammered on for good chunk of flight (dad even bought the $2 movie headsets ta block em out)

 

now, this…is a long flight…when I say long, I mean I could’ve written memoirs on it…we taxi on runway for like 40 min cause they’re backed up…3 ½ hr flight, probably took 4 plus…I had 2 sprites…dad at one point gets up and goes ta bathroom, comes back like hour later…luckily, I brought that notepad, I drew and wrote Michelle, my girlfriend a letter…

Dear Michelle…

I miss you so much . I’m surrounded by people confined to a sardine can space, yet feel very alone.  I miss you.  I miss everything about you…good AND the confusing…jk…I miss your face fretting and smiling.  I miss that look you give me from time to time that says what is WRONG with you?, Jeff  (lol)…but despite al this…despite myself, my obsessiveness, judgementalness, rants, etc…you don’t seem to mid for some reason…why do you care for me anyway?  My eyes are tearing upright now, and I don’t know why…I think its because I’ve never really had someone like you unconditionally love me before… based on the past, I doubted any gal could tolerate, let alone, love me….I’m not a bad person, per say, just not quite as good as I could be…not as handsome as others, not as wealthy, not as .  my whole life I’ve been the guy women want as just a friend, not their boyfriend.  Then you come into my life…

Unexpected, yes, I was looking for about a year before you , but not the day that we met online…you’ve worn me down…I tried to push you away but you managed to avoid my traps…so, here we are today…

I’m heading in the wrong direction…it’s Friday, that means west…to you for the whole weekend…what good is vacating or trips without you along…after all, nobody gets my jokes but you really, no? lol

 

Regardless, dad as your surrogate out and out sucks!  We joke around and what not, such as earlier  when during a tilting takeoff, we joked about how the youthful sounding pilot was prob up there like letting the stewardess fly it, hence the “turbulence”…I wonder how the old man at work is treating you…I miss your voice…must call you soon…God Bless you, Michelle…I love you…

 

     Movie was Bourne Supremacy (I wished it was original…its much much better)…I occasionally looked up ta see…big dude 2 rows up blocked my view with his newspaper…course missed all good action scenes…lol…dad comes back at some point, says talking to some Canadian guy…knows his life story now…we skip lunch cause its like 10 for a crappy sandwich…old lady over left shoulder at one point taps me, asks if I professionally draw or…I say no, fun…she says she asks cause she’s a watercolors art teacher back home, near  Valdosta, Georgia…dad eats nuts, given to him by the blond, who gulps down like 3-4 bloody mary’s over flight…dad talks ta her as we land, learns her husband is a pilot for delta, which we’re on, visitin either granny or mom, I’m evesdroppin’ so I dunno…even tells dad she can always go back to strppin (an in joke in her family, she explains)…I make small talk with the black dude bout the bumpiness, he explains how his dvd isn’t workin’… we watch the wing (I’m no mechanic, persay…but I think  that left wing was “troubled”…lol) …

     Airport, phoenix…

Saw nascar fans from outtatown…super gay guy  talking to a super sassy gal working the Enterprise car rental booth …we sign up for shuttle to Prescott…bad decision…

We follow guy out ta van, galw/red hair meets us…she grabs ticket from dad’s pocket w/out asking him, causing his new sunglasses (he’s always getting new ones for variety of reasons)…to drop, get stratched…we pick up 2 others round the area, head on way…at one point, we’re told she “made a mistake”, forgot ta pick up passenger in town we passed…7 miles=like 25-30 minutes of backtrackin due ta traffic flow…we pull in to a Denny’s…2 old ladies, one of which is smoking (worries me cause I hate smoke, and long trip in such is not happenin’…luckily, that lady wasn’t goin)…so now there’sguy in front passenger side…bags say Cleveland, but later learned from overhearin hes local ta Arizona, 2 ladies (the one old,other is bout 55) chatting it up..dad’s to my left, driftin off ta sleep…I envy his ability to do that anywhere, cause I’m absolutely exhausted…2 hours later, or so…we get ta Prescott, first we drop off 55 yr old, from Brandon, fl, same as Michelle, at a K-Mart, meeting her sister there, I see the look of surprise on sisters face, two embrace as we take off…

When we get ta shuttle place, I head to restroom, wash hands, I come out I see older man, bald, big glasses…blue shirt…its Eddie, my dads friend and guy I’m goin ta be seeing a lot pf in coming days…he takes us to pj’s something or another restaurant, says get anythiya like…we get round corner booth, course dad asks for another booth, I get teriyaki chicken, they both get salad bar/soup bar…I pirate some carmel pudding there, return ta booth…

We get in ta eddie’s, I take in new surroundings, ed even lets me use his cell ta call michelle…I read my letter I wrote on plane to her…then go in, take shower…soooooo nice…ta be clean again…ugh…we have pizza hut, brought home by Tina, ed’s wife, for dinner…

all alone

Jeff,

That really was beautiful what you wrote.  I didn’t really think this weekend would be so emotional with no one here.  I’ve done it for so long, I really didn’t expect to miss having you here this much.  I’m glad you are getting to see new things, enjoy a beautiful sunset, see the desert, and meet new people. It sounds like a beautiful place. I miss your jokes and your yammering. I miss how you keep me up all night talking about super heroes and everything that is wrong with bad movies. I miss you worrying about whether or not the dolphins will win this weekend. I miss throwing away the paper towels you always leave on the counter. I’m sorry I argued this week, I think subconsciously I was hoping to put some distance there so this wouldn’t be so hard. This all makes me feel a little unbalanced.  I should feel weak and vulnerable for missing you so much, but it doesn’t matter as much to me that I need to be strong and appear indifferent. Most people go their whole life without finding someone they enjoy being with, someone they enjoy having around, someone they miss when they aren’t around. I don’t really see that it makes me weak or vulnerable that I hate it we have to be apart. I think I’m pretty lucky. I’m not as good as I can be either, and I often wonder why you stick around. I don’t ever want you to settle. Not with me, not with your future, not with what you want out of life. You can do whatever you want to do, be whatever it is you want to be, don’t ever doubt that.

 

Enough of that, I think I am going to go back to school in January.  Jose will just have to take up the slack with the kids.  He seems to be more amiable lately, I’m hoping we can at least be friends, it is so much better for the kids. Strange, he has everything I am striving for now, a newer car, a nice house, a pool, a career, and yet I wouldn’t trade where I am or who I am for any of it.  And I would chose you any day.  You can’t buy the way I feel when I’m around you and the way you make me feel. I tried for years to manufacture that and it never worked. There isn’t anyone in my life that I ever felt such a connection with as I do you. Even on the days when I get upset and won’t let things go, I still want to be with you. There isn’t anyone that has made me laugh like you do or challenged me to not take life so seriously. I really would rather stand in a government cheese line with you  than to have an empty life with all the material things I desire. (By the way, I don’t literally mean I would stand in the welfare line with you….I do have my limits ).

 

Well, I’m going to go back to the couch, read a book, watch TV, and try not to think of how quiet it is with no one here. I miss you. I love you.

 

Love, Michelle

Fri, 5 Nov 2004 16:43:58 -0800 (PST)

 

Day Two…Saturday…

Beautiful blue w/ occasional small cloud…went ta Walgreen’s, albertson’s for groceries…badly needed em…snacks, juices, etc…I unload in one aisle checkout…course dad jumps ta another…eddiehad offered my dad some money for groceries earlier, but dad refused…now that I was in line, without funds, I called him, told em ta giveme the money…lol…cashier convinced me ta even sign up for a discount card…I saved like 8 bucks I think…came back here, half-ass watched tv, college football, etc…no gators game on it…walked Brandy, ed’s horse down the street (long walk)…ate apple off lady’s tree (she gave ok to it first)…lunch …steaks for everyone for lunch from grill, salad, bread, beans, chili, broccoli…was good…I had a porterhouse…medium…

Got tired, laid down in bed ta rest…course it was not ta be…find out I haveta go ta mass..Catholic…old home week for me I suppose…

Mass was good, compared ta non-denom tho, it seems ancient and like God isn’t as real in your life there…saw people get confirmed or the equifilant…thought it was funny when one of em when asked what they pray God gives em, said in a flamboyant gay voice with a lisp, “love and acceptance”…lol…ya hadda hear it to fully appreciate the irony/silliness of the scene…saw cute lil’ baby, mother from where I sat…older lady came in late w/hubby…travis, ed’s son asked if my dad liked her too (earlier, dad remarked bout gal who getting confirmed…said “hi, Kathy” in a  seductive way, wink, etc  as joke for me ta hear…he always jokes bout finding a rich widow)… anyway…I told dad what travis said, he laughed…travis followed up with “she hs bling-bling” lol

I saw a cool mary picture w/multiple variety of  colored candles…place ta pray for sick I think…

Baskin robins icecream was next up…after dad “tried” samples of like every flavor…I was asked what I want…I bended, got banana split….was good…haven’t had one in years…I remarked after that it needed more bananas in it, only to see gal heard me, smiled…lol..ugh…went home

eddie’s kid, travis, said, and i quote, “your wife called…”  loll…anyway,,,wats up?…its absolutely perfect here, weatherwise, was out at the store…got groceries, drinks, etc..thanlk God,,,theres like 3 minor clouds now, a blue that is perfect skyblue….crisp, but not cold, wind out…miss you,,,

Love,

Jeff

Sat, 6 Nov 2004 12:00:09 -0800 (PST)

woke up lil’ while ago, beautiful blue w/few scattered puffy clouds…nice cool wintery breeze outside…had my one honeybun i brought…sooo tasty, shouldve brought box…still gotta go ta store here…shaved, showered (last night, actually)…feel less groggy, less ecky…thank you for the beautiful words ya wrote…ditto ta ya, toots…lol

sunday is grand canyon day here for us i think, but i’ll miss my dolphins-cardinals game…not…good…my magic won for 2nd time in a row of season by 1 point AGAIN…lol…back ta you tho, dunno what yer minutes are like on the weekends/weekdays, but number here is

…miss ya, got yer pic, wheres that taken? hairs pulled back? thought ya hated that…anywho…whatcha plans this weekend, minus that time-share thingie?  we should visit here sometime, you’d love it…

Love,

Jeff Sat, 6 Nov 2004 08:45:57 -0800 (PST)

holley molley, woman…i’m gonna haveta print a copy of that up for trip to canyon…anyway..i miss you…i’ve been up for lil’ bit…cant sleep currently…hope yer heads better…gonna try ta get kid ta tape my dolph-cards game today if not can you? its on at 11am here=1pm your time i believe on fox…if they take that game on yur affilate…i’m gonna now type up a lil’ journal bout trip so far…

love

jeff

Sun, 7 Nov 2004 04:24:42 -0800 (PST)

     Which brings me ta now…5:30am drinkin’ tropiciana…washed my hat (badly needed it), changed shirts, etc…I’m lookin’ out…on this Day 3…Sunday…rain’s soaked this outside wood-panalled patio deck…it was relly windy earlier this mornin’…I’m waitin’ on sunrise, gonna grab my camera, take pic of it on mountain in view of me… we’re goin’ ta Grand Canyon soon…4 hr drive from here…Prescott, Arizona….brandy the horse is braying (tho Michelle insits its “naying”)…hey, look…dad’s actually up…early, even…lol…type more later…

 

     Sedona trip…aka  (red rock, I’m renamin’ it that…lol)

Rainy, dreary, cold…ate at place called Waffles and More…I had pancakes…go figure…lol,… something or another…

We gas up van…head ta sedona…

Go to chapel of the rock I think its called..very pretty…

Indian casino…dolphins game

I was soooooo bummed out, just laid in back of van…my talkative nature quieted…

Went ta some old town built on mountain w/step roads, they had ice cream…home…

Shower, called Michele, sleep

 

     Day 4…woke ta see two surprises…one…dad’s ugly mug…ugh…two…sunshine! Thank God!  Not only that but I looked out right window ta see a distinct bright rainbow!  Told dad ta go out take a pic of it, since my camera I had yesterday is out (1 left…good one tho)…Came out ta living room, can see faint rainbow half here too…

Not sure what today’s iterary is…par for course here really…I miss you michelle…need ta call you…laundry too at some point (haven’t got chance to do any yet…so far, breakfast consists of Toasted Corn Doritos (new, yellow bag), taste like Tostitos really…and one oatmeal crème pie, but don’t worry…Tropicana as well…lol

Went to downtown Prescott…place called The Palace…apparently was old cowboy hangout/saloon…ed had sasparillla…says its like rootbeer….i’m skeptical I had a lemonade…bbq bacon burger…dad had buffalo burger…ed  tells waitress, “I’m really hungry”, then proceeds ta order ½ sandwich/soup..she calls him on it, he chuckles…later orders nuther soup…outside asked dad ta take my pic, he see german tourists, talks ta them, I get ed ta take it, me and ed gave up, went back ta van…25-30 later…dad is found…we went ta walgreens for cameras…again…course now not buy1get1free…dad smoozes the manager, gets discounted price (I swear that man works magic on people)…home, finally…checked email, went ta Chinese w/everyone, dads treat, dad crossed out fortune, wrote this meal free (ugh…old joke)…shrek2 on dvd was our “featured presentation” this evening…for 3^rdtime…I wasn’t feelin too great, talked to michelle, bathroom, bed…called her at 3am when I woke…

 

 

 

Day5…rain clouds overhead…I’m alone now…peace…its 12pm…no flippin’ clue as ta my day…tomorrows Canyon day I guess…we’ll see…had those corn Doritos again, couple of oatmeal crèmes…God bless you, lil’ Debbie for sustanance…found out the older butch daughter has hepatitis c…today tho i went down to do wash, found out we’re sharin’ the same washer…ugh…acccordin to cdc…its a liver disease caused by the hepatitis C virus (HCV), which is found in the blood of persons who have the disease. HCV is spread by contact with the blood of an infected person….not…good…lil’ freaked bout it…kept myself disease-free whole life…

 

Ok…finally went out, like 2-3pm…saw giselle running free on side of road, took pics…home depot for ed (replacin’ plexiglass shelf in refrig…shattered couple days ago by tina I think)…

Outback steak house!…Yummy! I so love steak, 14oz.., broccoli, several loaves of pumpernickel bread, half order cheese fries ta start…I split it w/dad…dad complained yet again to manager bout its size (they’d split it onto 2 plates)…nuther 9oz came, dad claims its spicy hot, (I dunno I packaged up mine to go…tho I did soakup top juice w/bread, seemed lil’ peppery)…on drive home, ed worried that his wife got home before us, cause she don’t like kid home by lonesome…told us not ta mention outback etc ta wife, kid…so…we teased him relentlessly…I was in top form (not ta be narcisstic) , I know we had great time laughin’ (ed held stomach from laughin’ so much…almost hit dude on roadside walkin’ too…lol), wrote michelle short email…6 or 7am tomorrow I’m told is grand canyon time…I must say I am lookin’ forward to finally seein’ it, see if it lives up to its hype…looks cool on tape/pics…michelle…I miss you…what good is the joys of life without the one you care for most in life?

 

Day6…Grand Canyon

Breakfast..none, they went ta crappy lil’ diner on route

Wendys..imax…

Ride home….left side of sky…violet, snow-capped mt. Tops in distance…right…bright, fading yellow sun settting outlining other mts.

Rod’s steak house

No steak

Chips

Night

 

Day7…

Bored silly…need store….supplies out…

 

Noon…after hours (since 7am  or so…), listenin’ to/helping dad/ed rewrite/type up/save/and oh yes…print a proposal to mom for sellin’ rental property they have yet to sell…now, finally….dad’s actually gonna get dressed, he’s in his pj’s still….we go take the 10 min or so drive to town…civilization rocks! Lol…first up,,,back to “downtown” Prescott, or as I’m told by ed its “pres-cutt” (though how/why as to its incorrect pronunciation, we debate several times…)…I’m, cold…should’ve brought a jacket or sumethin’…its brisk out….cold in shade…in sun, nice….their downtown consists of  lil’ antique/souveiner, etc…we go passed couple punk or whatever kids …spiky/colored hair…magneta girl’s my personal fav…lol (dad even points out a kid on bench w/a Mohawk…can ya believe it? Thought that went out when the Bangles broke up…)

 

Anyway….lunch takes while ta be seated, so we walk round the 3 story elevatored building…I find on 3^rd floor some talkin’ birds…for michelle…I go for now but we come back lil’ later after lunch….lunch menu is written on what looks like a high school newspaper fornat…I’m wearin’ my black Gators cap…funny guy waiter asks “mr. Gators…mr. Steve Spurrier” what I want…I smile, tell him a burger w/bacon, onions…dad gets fajitas (I try em’ later…theyre really good (I need to take more risks in life…)

 

I go back up ta buy stuff at the pace upstairs…dad loudly talks to some friend of his in the story ….feet away from lady who works there…”funny for you, huh?”, I remark…she laughs, agrees…ed, after prob 20 min of this, says he’s goin…its 3pm…do I wanna come w/him home?  I debate spending time w/dad, walkin’;/talkin’ aimlessly til 5?:30pm when tina supposedly can pick us up, or go ta the store, get supplies, go home, rest…I chose ed…

 

We went ta albertson’s…I unloaded stuff, shaved, relaxed…pizza from costco’s for dinner (tasted like lil’ caeser’s…ugh…new york style…lil’ Italian pizzerias is only way ta go I swear.,..)…I fix my glasses (screw loose)…talk to michelle…pass out  (now I’mn wide awake its 4:30 am here)…

 

Day 8…vegas….home of disease…lol…

Vegas-day one….Friday…Vegas is incredibly beautiful AND ugly…odd mix of modern, giant architecture, mostly different from place to place, and  at night, new york-ish but cleaner…

 

Day 9:

Vegas-day two….sat….dinner at Outback…Bellagio…dad propitioned by black gald I’m told later…snl, sleep…

 

Day 10:

Vegas-day  three…sun….found out glasses bar broke…half-ass watched nfl…browns-steelers…borin’…hadta checkout at 11am…course dad leaves ta go swimmin’ at 10:20 or so…gets back at bout 11:25…showers, etc, while hotel calls ta get our buts out of there…finally get bags put in van , check out bout 12pm…go cross street to Sahara resort (has its own Speed the ride coaster)…eat buffet after meetin up w/ed who was already there…food not good…then worst part of my trip…in fact, one of worst times of my life…from bout 1pm-5pm…hours of waitin on dad ta play craps…ed…slkots…inside, smoke filled…outside, fresh air, but nothin’ to do…nice weather tho…crisp 50 or so…sun out…under normal conditions, I’d be in Heaven..this day tho was pure Hell…(had smoke…figure only missin’ was the brimstone…)…finally, we head back ta hotel, van…dejected by day…across from the hotel, I wander off ta right…to wet n’ wild which is abandoned looks like for awhile…I stop at one point, crouch down, cry…continue walkin’…ge ta other road, turn back…(on ground, saw nasty blood-soaked bandage…kinda freaked me out…lol…wasn’t why I went back tho…)…as I walked back, kinda wondered why nobody bothered looking for me…went ta hotel, walked around, settled on bench outside…they, van were gome…I start wonderin’ how I’m gonna find them…I got no cell, or money for that matter, on me (even if had access to a phone…no idea dads phone number off hand)…few minutes later, van pulls up, I see dad get out…I walk directly over, get in back, ed says dad looking for me, goes ta get him…as we travel out…dad says hasta ride new york ride at the new york hotel…me, ed against it, but overruled I guess…dad asks if I want Bellagio night pic I wanted sat…I don’t answer…screw him…we get to hotel…they get valet…joke how bodys in back  (me)…turns out valet guy tells em’ he cant valet it w/someone in it… now I’m really pissed…I’m exhausted, disgusted…after while of dad yellin’ I get out…I yell back…eventually, follow ed ta casino (big surprise he’d head there, huh?)…dads done calls, shows up where we are…ed’s playin’ some made up game called 3-5-7…retarded game, no options…dealt cards, see whether ya win or not…me,dad  wanted to go, we wait  like hour, 45 prob til ed agrees…now its “late”, ed tells us on ride home…apparently, we’re stoppin’ in Laughlin, Nv c half way or so cause ed’s wife doesn’t want him drivin’ desert at night…I’m like what the hell?… …I’m pissed…royally..i want out of this God-forsaken place…I’m grimy, tired, badly in need of food and shower…but I’ve no options here…its his van…

 

Turns out place aint bad persay, friendly galat checkin in blue, ate burger at diner there for dinner,I notice on sign, Charo was performin’ there recently…odd…dad actually calls up hotel, asks if she’s still around, she’s not…at this point, I’m  done w/hotels, so I decide ta sleep in van instead (I still have blankets, pillow in there)…dreyer’s oreo ice cream  I bring in w/me…pass out …sleep…is soooo nice…

 

Day 11:

I’m baaaaaaack!…well…to prescott…last full day here…Monday…slept in van, had some cookies n’ cream waited for it to melt first, heard ravens, I think, on top of roof in mornin’, went back ta sleep…dad, ed came down, we crossed over the overlooking Colorado River…went hour ahead as a result…hadta pee…went ta wendy’s first, closed, next Cracker Barrel…did my business, come out, dad lookin’ for presents for tina and travis, whos sick,…I bought gift for michelle there…go out ta van…waited for while for dad (was gettin’ gifts wrapped)…went to Seligman, Az…stopped through the “historic route 66 “stop  (was small town) for lunch…first place was closed (ed wanted ta eat there), was like 7-11/deli I think…went instead to, and I’m not lying or embellishing here…the Roadkill Café…took while ta order, our waitress was busy on break or somethin’…ed complained…me, dad went to restroom…tiniest one ever been in my life…ate burgers, hush puppies (surprisingly good)…on way outta town (get this one)…saw lady on electric scooter travelin’ opposite way in road, oncoming traffic coming at her…ed remarked at how motorcycles  and she were gonna hit…lol…we actually turned around ta catch sight of this lady scootin along, but she was gone…

 

Got home bout 130pm…called michelle, showered, packed, checked email, etc…I miss michelle…been 14 or so days plus since I’ve seen her…

Day 12…homecoming…

I miss home…michelle moreso tho…I’m told ed’s drivin’ us ta phoenix for flight at 6am…takes 2 hrs…flights at 10m…been a “interesting” trip overall…seen Vegas…not a fan…gamblin’ is for retards I’ve concluded…can picture those pathetic zombies monotonously pullin’ levers…sad…all convinced that THEY will beat the odds and win a million…Vegas and me don’t gel AT ALL….i’m not into that stuff…sex, drinkin’, gamblin’, etc…I got my girl…that’s all I desire right now…I’m happy…

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