Departure day. Mom and Dad drove me to the Raleigh Airport via Burlington, where I had my last cafeteria meal and bought more ciagrettes. The goodbyes at the airport weren’t really tearful, but for some reason I started bawling the minute they left. It was over pretty quickly, but it was a little embarrassing.
I tried to call Stan again from the airport. This time, his phone had been disconnected. I started expecting the worst.
From Raleigh to Austin, I had a whole row to myself, which was pretty cool. Unfortunately, all the screaming babies got on in Austin, as did the freak I sat with. He was about half-crocked (and carrying a flask which got him fully-crocked), and he kept rapping to himself. Ever noticed how annoying rap is without the rhythm track?
Eugene was waiting at the airport. It took a while to get used to my crappy car again, after driving one where everything works properly. I was starving and we went back to the diner, where the cute waiter was still cute and was working our table this time. For his tip, I bent him over and fucked him in the men’s room. OK, I’m lying…
We pondered calling the cops about Stan, but I decided not to. Yet.
It was cold and foggy. I was happy…
