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day 8, middle of nowhere

the jaded beauty queens awakened to a scenic pageant so transcendent that it could even make roman polanski miss america. they could fancy a love for life here almost possible. and it beckoned them to leave behind their weathering, withering, wurthering heights.

required reading: wuthering heights, emily bronte

required listening: wuthering heights, kate bush

day 7, saloon

the western wanderers wandered west until they reached quarters to call home for the afternoon. their tired soles sought relief amongst tired souls, but this was wild uncharted territory. they drew their weapons. what they could not cut with their wit, they would cut with their kitchen knife. some said they were mad. the dull ones said that.

and she looked at her. and her said to she, they gonna call us renegades cause we like living crazy.

required listening: knocked up, kings of leon

required reading: the most beautiful woman in town, charles bukowski

day 6, casino

they tramped through the aisles of gamblers' sorrow. there was so much unhappiness in the joint, they brooded, bowing their head dismally beneath the tragic thought, and there was nothing they could do about anybody's.

they were consolation in the hard crowd.

required reading: catch 22, joseph heller

required listening: white room, cream

day 5, nevada to idaho

they strolled along the road serenely, with their eyes, their boots, their rage, forgetting everything. it was the wind and the sun and the fire that would carry on these wayward daughters from now on.

twenty six years measured in yellow dotted lines had passed them by and they had never lived a more honest day in their life.

required reading: walking around, pablo neruda

required listening: the open road is closing in, magnetic fields

carry on my wayward son, kansas

day 4, thunderbird motel

seeking shelter from the urbane shelter seekers of their mundane beginnings, they birthed a new future. they were color and beauty and strangeness. 

they spoke. society, you are a crazy breed. i hope you are not lonely without me.

required reading: diary of anais nin, anais nin

required listening: society, eddie vedder

day 3, nevada

their wheels reached the road. the wind reached their hair. and for the first time, in a long time, their gumption could not be reached by any limits.


today is the day they decided to stop dragging their shadows in a circle.


required reading: a life, sylvia plath

required listening: edge of the world, josh ritter

day 2, california to nevada

they threw their bags and their boots inside the car they would call home. and they named her America. and all the doubts that lingered, they just set them free. and let the good things happen.

required listening:
be here now, mason jennings

day 1, san francisco

They had come to San Francisco knowing it could never last forever. With stomachs nauseous and souls screaming a thousand babbling words they packed up all the existence and esprit their exhausted hearts could carry.

Their battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; they had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.


required reading: On The Road and Big Sur, Jack Kerouac

The thing is, they didn’t have it bad. In fact their lives were quite nice and filled with nice stuff and nice people and nice places but they had just read a couple of books by Kerouac and listened to a few too may Tammy Wynette records and decided that they needed to invigorate their lives with a little more madness. Inspired. They often sat on a bench there with ripe with unrequited love and burning predilection for a life less ordinary. They sipped their dark and gritty coffee. This time they decided to take it to the open road to search for their own country song. Armed with angsty love songs sung by angsty women, the two declared the road thy bitch. Smiles were few and far between. The reason was never quite defined, however, they assumed that their slighted sisters before them would want it that way…silent strength or maybe just pictography defined. So they went…two broken down heroes of the western night.