Mondo Bungle

Currently have 27 more minutes remaining for computer use and I don't think I can type out entries for the last two days, but here is this.

July 8

I left the library after it closed at five. I would be walking East through Sparks. I had one huge backpack on my back and a smaller one I was carrying. Don't even tell me I've got too much, believe me, I know. I walked all the way to the very end of Sparks, where countless truckers passed by. It was late now. I was at the entrance to interstate 80 looking for a ride, nothing doing. I was right beside the railroad tracks, and behind the ledge was an extension of concrete. I chose here to sleep. I figured that I'd want to go to sleep early as I'd be getting up early. I rolled out my sleeping bag and lied there, contemplating for a second. I had an "emergency" reserve of weed with me, and I packed some into a wooden pipe that my friend gave me before I left. I was stoked on it actually, could drop it and not break it. So I got stoned, and watched and listened as trains passed, many did. I felt really at ease at this moment for some reason. Not even out of town, but having an enjoyable time where I was. I felt like this would be a fun experience.

You ever have those nights where you're lying there for a long time, seemingly awake, though you can't tell whether or not you've been asleep at all? I felt like this all night. Maybe the hours passed quickly, maybe I nodded in and out, I can't be certain.

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