the 23rd April 2012:
Thats about how long we’ve been in the car together.
It’s probably even longer.
Heck…some days it feels like an eternity.
Definitely in a good way.
Anyway.
What a day it was last night!
It all started around 02:00 when we’re both awake @ the Wal-mart on Charlotte.
We’ve secured a safe and quiet camp over there.
There are fewer drunks. Less Mad-TV.
Only a bearded zz-top-man with cans stuffed in sacks.
Piled in to a shopping cart, waiting at the bus stop.
He catches the #10 at 04:50. Flannel shirt open over Tee.
I’ve had a hard time sleeping lately.
Ask any ER doc downtown.
So we’re trying to find a cup of coffee.
I’ve never seen a city quite so dead.
Its that hour though. Between 3 and 4. Not much going on.
In fact nothing at all.
Just because.
‘There’s an undercover!”
And ”another pullin’ someone over there”.
“Look at that poor S.O.B’
Oh…’No…its whoop, whoop ‘ on you.
Excuse me…
‘ Why are you both in sleeping bags?’
Because.
Just because.
“Sir, you can sleep in your car, but a man can’t drive a house”
This is what we do.
Live our art.
Live in our car.
And film it too…
Not one word from the cop
Up ahead two more cars like sharks sulked around a corner.
Double whoop, whoop…
Nocte interruptus…
For all four of us.
Our cop was totally cool.
I hope the others were too.
Told us to slow down.
No ticket. A friendly smile.
We almost asked him for a cuppa.
Better not push our luck.
Instead we pulled in to the hospital mapco,
And sipped coffee until the sun came up.
