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I've always loved the country out west. I'm an Ohio boy and I'd never been further west than Indianapolis before I started driving a truck. I got my first taste of the west on my first trip. I hopped in a truck with a trainer and he was loaded for Vancouver, BC with a stop in Edmonton. That was the first time I'd ever been to Canada, too. Even though I was going through a particularly hard time in my life, the beauty of the west took it away for a little while. I still have some pictures from that first trip. I'll see about posting them some time.
I loved the west so much that it had taken on a mystical quality to me. The countryside had become my savior. I couldn't be around people very long back then without freaking out. I could drive a bunch of miles out that way and see hardly any sign of civilization at all. The barren desolation of some of the states out that way suited my state of mind just fine. I liked it so much out west that given a choice between an east coast run that paid more money or a cheap west coast run, I'd take the west coast run.
I would always feel that psychotic presence in my mind from I-35 and eastward. If I was traveling on I-40 and heading west, I would be counting down the miles to Oklahoma City. That was the edge of the outer territories to me. Once I got west of Oklahoma City, the insane cloud that covered my mind would clear up a little, and, amazingly, I would actually become happy. That was until I reached the eastern suburbs of L.A.
Ephedrine was still legal back then and one of my pleasures was getting hopped up on that stuff and driving all night through Montana or Nevada or Wyoming- I love all them states out there. I would listen to Art Bell (he was in his prime back then) and smoke cigarettes and drink Diet Coke and be the closest to heaven that I could be at the time. I loved it until I had to actually deal with a human.
It's weird that I live in Ohio now. They were selling one acre tracts of land in northern Nevada for $300 about 10 years ago. Have you ever been to northern Nevada? Reno is there right on the western edge of the state, but other than that there are only little towns and they are very few and very far in between. I was going to buy some land there and put a trailer on it. I'd live in solitude on land that looked like it could be a part of the landscape of the moon, with just about as much of a population.
I still love it out west and I hope to go on vacation there this year. I have a friend that lives in Denver. I can visit her and we can head for the mountains for a weekend maybe. But I no longer feel the need to be totally isolated. In fact, now days I'd rather be where I'm at right now- in a small metropolitan area (Dayton, Ohio) with all of the conveniences and entertainment that they have to offer. I could use a warmer climate, though. I also don't have a problem with people anymore. I used to dread going to the east coast with every bit of my being. Now days, I can feel comfortable right in the middle of New York City.
Let's hear from the bum fucked Egypt DUers. Tell us about where you live and why you are there.
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