wake up in a super 8 motel, galesburg, I-74, McDonald's across the parking lot, continental breakfast in the lobby, oatmeal in styrofoam bowl, microwaved, ESPN, one older couple also eating, retirees i guess, one day we'll be them.
camera broken so i ask sarah to draw the highway, the turned-up earth of illinois & iowa like chocolate cake.
running on fumes, we exit for gas and luck onto highway 61. dylan keeps running through my head: where do you want this killing done?
crossing into wisconsin, we hit a cheese-laden buffet.