by Kenneth Clay
I suddenly found myself back in Las Vegas. I did not know why I came back. Just following the highways wherever took you on a great adventure. And my great adventure led back here. Outside my hotel, I met a woman. She was smoking a cigarette and staring off into the...
by Kenneth Clay
I was sitting at a bar in Pennsylvania. I had driven here from Minnesota in a week. What had taken so long was the fact I had decided to drive around in circles through the Midwest. I still had a good surplus of cash. And I hid it everywhere. Under the seats, in the...
by Kenneth Clay
On a train through Minnesota. Heading to the station where my car had been parked for a day. I stared out the window in silence. Marvelous rivers and forests. We were in the middle of nowhere, the boondocks, and it was beautiful. Then the train passed through a...
by Kenneth Clay
Somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia. I had driven here from Vegas in three-and-a-half days. My car was simply a pile of rubble. And yet, somehow, it held itself together. I was growing reliable on it. Attached. I had to pick out a name. Perhaps, I’d name it Carla. A...
by Kenneth Clay
Midnight. Somewhere outside a motel six in downtown Phoenix, Arizona. It was a fine summer night and the air was dry. I had just come into town the backway. Straight from the empty desert. My hair was undone. There were bags around my sleepless eyes. And I stunk like...
