the [road] journey returns – part two
through indiana and into ohio
where im from hoosier is a four-letter word
get through this place as efficiently and ticketless as possible. leave little reason for return. it’s good to have goals. i hate indiana. pavlovian hate of an entire state wearing a reputation worse than east st louis’ crime stats and the toll road’s not helping. the treadmill ride of rustbelt-whateverland where everything looks more or less like the backyard of a power plant
lemme just pull over for a photo of this absolutely nothing worth taking a photo of. tho it’s not indiana’s fault. the land got split up and some land is more attractive than other land. something was bound to be here, it just so happens to be indiana. and indiana sucks
indiana’s motto is “the crossroads of america” – “get through it” will be the advice-motto of my suicide hotline. just get through it and after listening to the caller’s problems the specialist on the receiving end will reply, at least you’re not indiana – we’ll save em all. it’s good to have goals at least until indiana calls, and we’ll have to give the whole something-was-bound-to-be-here spiel to the state about the state of the state. 1800metadeath
during university, dating girls from indiana was a red-flag for one’s own bad choice in partners and because i [sometimes] have bad choice in partners i went home for a weekend with one such girl. her vietnam-veteran-special-forces-sniper-father hate[ed] black people. “don’t know how you live in chicago with all the (n-bombs) doing what’s natural: returning to tribal warfare as gangs. the city should take their guns’n give em spears” and thennnn her mother gave me a tour of the house…
i could write for days on all the things there for me to dislike about a state i’m slightly less than completely ignorant of. yet, i made it through unscathed and ticketless so maybe another time: goals
unscathed and ticketless; i make it into ohio and continue heading east on backroads- though the exact direction, like much of my own creative direction at the time, was more of a general idea – i turn forks with the flip of a coin or just pick the sunnier way – sometimes i go up, sometimes i go down but coin tosses and sunnier roads determine my path – literally not metaphorically
i rev and zip two-lane country roads: farm-to-market roads, county-line roads with the windows down and the sunroof open. ezra and susan’s farm is lit between the clouds on an unassuming pasture a couple hundred yards up off the county road.
leaving city-life, the two nestled out a piece of the family plot. leaving city-life for the country is exactly what i’m joining my friends from part one to do. maybe it’s what we all want to do: say fuck it to the bullshit and farm. it’s good to have goals. he’s wearing a buckeyes shirt. hers is dare. the five-leaf clover is real.
listening to tony allen & afrika 70’s progress (1977)
one year later (2016)
at that time in that moment, meeting the ezra and susan was outside my comfort zone. it takes a bit to get warmed up on the road and this was a perfect fluff for the days that lay ahead. last week i wrote them with updates and a few photos of the destination