Day 4. Mile 550. Washington, mo. Bedtime

I'm sitting in some juke joint. The bartender had one of the best ass
I've ever seen. I decided that if I could do something tonight, then I
might as well appreciate the finer bottoms of missouri. She left after I
ordered my beer. I was quite dissapointed. Her hair was something else.
It looked as if she sheered a breed of long-haired dog and stuck it on.
Well, I wasn't planning on looking that high anyway.

The patrons here, all six of them, eye me suspiciously. The fact that
I'm not doing anything but writing on this and drinking does not help my
cause. That's aight. I don't feel like struggling to hear over the
music, anyway. I believe its bush.

To say that today has been long would be an understatement. It took me
over ten hours to go about four hundred miles. Normally, ten hours would
get me about seven hundred. I don't mind, though. The road has been
incredible. I feel as if I were in a motorcycle commercial of sorts.
This one road, d road in missouri, was nothing but hills and curves
through the forest and plains. The sun was setting to my right and ahead
the mist was rising.

the day has been a cartharsis of sorts. I am ready for what tomorrow
will bring me. I believe ill get up at seven and leave at 8. The road
tomorrow is longer than it was today. I could follow route 66 all the
way to joplin and then head northwest to wichita, or I could simply take
50 to 54 and jive west. I would love 66, but time is not on my side
tomorrow. I need to be in wichita before night falls. I have twelve
hours.

If I miss missouri's 66, its not a big deal. Ill just link up with it
again in texas or oklahoma.

Its about time for me to head back to the hotel. Get some sack time.
~ I write with your life and my own ~