by Tomorrow's Man
Road Notes: Antioch, CA., 12:49AM in Newfoundland
You haven't been to the town of Buttplugger, Nowhere until you've passed miles of power towers and oil pipelines cutting across a MadMaxian landscape that, curiously, is often reported in the news as being without power. Luckily they do have enough traffic to choke off an ice age and a Best Buy to assure them they're part of civilization.
Spent 10 hours getting here, then 2 hours passing by San Francisco with the whoosh of a writer's deadline. Now time has dripped into my ears like taffy, all sonics have elongated to three hours within every one, and I envy the sleepers in Newfoundland.
Meanwhile, my electric toothbrush in my checked luggage was not confused for my dildo at the airport, just "a" dildo.
My dildo was, of course, in my carry-on.
