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Sat 24 Apr, 2004 09:04 pm
Goth Boy got to DC around 3 am. He actually got dropped off at a truck stop on I-95 in Maryland; handed off to a waitress there who let him crash in a storeroom. But he had to be gone by 8, when her super would be coming in.
Goth boy had caught this ride in Kentucky. As usual, he didn't care where it was going. East would be fine but so would west. The important thing for him is to keep moving. Never get stuck in any routine. That's always been Goth Boy's attitude, but he's 22 now.
The trucker he rode with from KY knew music.. They talked about Woody and Arlo Guthrie, Dylan, Baez, Leadbelly and so many others. Goth Boy mentioned many others when he called me but he talked a lot faster then I could write. Sometimes he tends to talk fast.
Anyway, Goth Boy is sitting on the sidewalk across from the White House, for no other reason than that that is where he happens to be today.
A girl runs up to him, hands him a paper bag, and says "Thanks for joining the anti-IMF rally; the sandwich is vegan."
Gothboy accepted the sandwich, but had no idea what it was, nor did he know what the anti IMF rally meant, but that didn't matter to him. He was still thinking of his exchange with the truck driver about music. He thoughtfully chewed on the vegan. and looked at the White House, trying to absorb the impact of its majesty. He thought back over the last several months about his experiences--His first time using a cell phone; his brief encounter with the girl who first struck a chord of faint music in his heart; His excitement in talking with his friend about his hitchhiking adventures.
The sea of people constituted a mere background to his own wistfulness. A long sigh escaped his lips, and he thought only briefly about tonight..............
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