  So yeah, I just read my first Ginsburg piece. It was strange, I felt myself almost screaming some of the lines without even knowing them. I read Hunter S. back when I was in High School, as I think most every other outcast/partier/questioner/rock n' roller did back then.
I read my first one on a plane to Arizona when I was 16, I don't think I really comprehended what I was reading though. But maybe that's why I was so excited about the Belmont Stakes race a couple weeks ago. Have you ever missed someone or something so much it's getting to the point where your about to be like, fuck it, I'm broke, I have no vacation, I have responsibilities, why not drive 7 1/2 hours, kidnap someone, and then travel to the Black Mountains, or Wyoming or Montana or Nevada, Utah, or Rhode Island?
I'm about there. I want to live off the land, I want to be someone not bound by anything. I want to be able to say to myself...today I will stand naked in the forest (well I kind of already do that), but I digress, I need adventure again. I need to feel hot sand under my feet, I need to feel pine needles between my toes, I need to feel the glow of an orange tree on a San Diego side street, I need to hear the sound of jet planes over traffic, I need to feel the rush of a 6 Train, I need to feel the pressure of being at the bottom of the deep end with an deflated innertube, I need to feel like myself. Like no one else. Like everyone else. Like no one else. Homeward Bound. Still no calls from Yoshimi P-wee or Naomi Watts. Day 25 25 such an ugly number 
