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think i'm gonna take a road trip this SEPT.
yeah.
think so.
head to New Mexico and attend my friend's play.
written and directed by Beth Iha.
can't wait.
but i'm debating.
should i bring the Roy?
Ellroy, that is.
he's good in the car -- just cozies up on my lap and racks out.
but it's a LONG drive.
did it a couple years ago. definite adventure.
sleeping off the grid -- pulling out into some dirt road in Arizona, pitching a tent, writing in the journal, sleeping with my Glock, etc., etc.
might prove to be a great experience -- me and the pooch.
idea for another story.
we need ideas.
and i've been in need of some action lately too.
action on many, many levels...
something to get the blood stirring -- something other than bitching about the punks on my street.
ghetto bird patrols.
recalcitrant solicitors.
this time and place are theirs.
anyhow, pissed off christoff needs something substantial.
something.
can't write without it.
gotta put myself out there and get a reaction.
that's how it works for me.
and i like NM -- big wide open sky.
mesa's -- flat top mountains.
Indian's selling fireworks.
those empty stretches of road -- few dilapidated houses, general store.
characters abound.
and my friend, of course. she's there. and her kids.
the kids are cool.
can't forget the pistolas.
BAM! BAM! BAM! out in the desert.
sick Ellroy on jackrabbits and ground squirrels.
must be careful though -- rattlesnakes and the dreaded mojave green.
that's nature for you -- beauty and death.
can't be afraid to walk through the fire.
but we'll see.
i don't neccesarily trust the corralla.
just too much terrain to traverse.
a roadtrip.
yeah.
think so.
