... just stuck in New Jersey, waiting on a windshield replacement. Had a pretty good time in DC. ... I danced! and then it came back!
Anyway... I met some cool people there, like Alex, Kirsten, and some chick that shall henceforth be referred to as "daddy", on account of her billiard playing abilities. There was this cool couple that I discussed/argued porn, psychology, and misconceptions about child abuse with. There was a bet, I don't recall what it was about, but I remember being presented wt a shot of tequila, so I think I must've won. After the club closed, I left, headed for New Jersey, and lost the time.
I came 'round a few hours later, to grey light of either morning and/or rain. My windows were all fogged up, but I could make out a red pickup truck next to me. "Oh, ok, I'm in a parking lot... no problem". Went back to sleep. A few minutes later, there was a tapping on my window. There was a guy standing next to my car, peering in, looking concerned. "Hey, man, are you all right?" I tried to roll down my window... no power, got out my keys, turned the ign to "ON", no power... opened the door. "Yeah, I'm fine, why do you ask?" He looked a bit more concerned and replied, "Cause you been sleeping in the middle of the street with a busted windshield and a fucked up bumper for the last 3 hours". Looking around, I saw that he was correct. I was parked next to a red pickup truck, which was parked on he side of the street. I was parked in a travel lane, facing he wrong way.
"Oh" ... "Uhmmmm yeah, right. I should probably be moving on. ... Hey, my battery's dead, though, can you give me a jump? I got cables." He gave me a jump, and explained that he would've just let me sleep, but the cops might come by, even though this was a Saturday, and everything was closed, and I was in an industrial section. I thanked him for his consideration, and for the jump, and climbed back into Sera.
A few minutes later, I was in motion again, trying to get my fuzzy brain to determine where in the hell I was, and how I had got there. I found I-95, and proceeded north, as I had been on my way to New Jersey. Half an hour later, I made it to DC, and found a Pizza hut. I had cheese sticks, several glasses of mountain dew, and set to sorting out my head. Only one shred of a recolection came back to me from after I'd left he club. I've got an image of a young black man singing to me, and the chorus of the song he was singing was, "And your soul bleeds; all your souls bleed." Then he asked me my name, and I told him. That's all. I called a few people, and let them know that I was OK, and was now back in the world. (Whenever I go on a vision quest like this, I always make sure to take the time to call folks and tell them when I get back to the real world) A thourough checking over of Sera revealed that the damnage was only cosmetic. The bumper, the hood, the windshield, and the roof. No moving parts were affected in the least. I'm getting the wind shield replaced here, and I'll repair the rest of it when I get to Indiana. I was kinda scratched up, to, but again, the damage was all cosmetic, so nothing to fret over. Also, I found in my car a bag with three little el-cheapo deodorants and a DVD of "Bedeviled". No clue where they came from, but.... hrmmmm... ok.
I then proceeded to NJ, where I slept for a few days, and tomorrow, I shall have the windshield replaced. (for free, I might add. Yea, State Farm!) Once the windshield is replaced, I shall be upon my way, for the last leg of this first half of my voyage, to IN and the home of my father. More news later, as I happen across internet access.