"We had been on the road for a month now. I was becoming comfortable with myself out here and any angst I felt about the departure from my home had all but diminished. We had fallen into the groove of life on the road and the stand still era of San Fernando suburbia was left far behind. To think it was only mere weeks ago that I faced the prospect of a life, or lack of life in a foreign land fighting an enemy of who I knew nothing more than the color of his skin, was nearly incomprehensible. Rather than contemplating life or death and the grounds on which either would occur, I was sitting on an orange crate, counting mile markers and thinking about the next time I'd have some alone time in the shower. While Jeff was willing to lay down with anything that menstruated, I was a bit harder to please. Whether it was my
taste, my self-conscious ways or my crippling shyness, I remained the only one in a month in this van who had yet to draw the curtains for anything more than sleeping. We'd only meet girls in passing, they'd stick around for a few hours, sometimes only minutes at a gas station or rest stop and if they had some pot we'd smoke it, but most of time we'd just share a few beers to loosen up. I called my girlfriend when I could. It's funny, but I don't even remember her name, anyways, she meant a lot to me at the time, I just couldn't spend our change on phone calls. Most of the coins we collected were dedicated to gas and food, mostly bread. While Skip and Jeff would pass the time glorifying their of conquest of flesh, I'd sit in the back and document our journey. I kept a journal and while I was never 100% honest, even when alone, there was enough in there to induct all of us to the single life when we finally came home. Jeff knew this and was always weary about it even though out of everyone it was him who would relish and belly laugh and scream, "BRAVO, BRAVO", when I'd recap his libertine antics and the seemingly impossible situations Skip found himself in, like when he fell into Old Faithful. The thermal heated water burnt his leg pretty bad, but he was too embarrassed to treat it. …"
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