Journal Entry 2/29/96
Kadoka, South Dakota
We’ve been on the road
for several days now and I’ve neglected my journal
in favor of an amphetamine high
and manual transmission
and I commandeered the Caddy and led the troupe through Wisconsin
leaving only headlines
in our quest for the snake eyed man
. For the past 400 or so miles we’ve been seeing signs for Wall Drug
arranged like a colorful picket fence
across the midwest
. The last couple have had banners over them proclaiming the infamous shop-of-horrors
closed for a couple of weeks due to some sort of electrical
problem in the city. I’ve an idea growing in my head that I can neither shake nor form and I just pray
it will fit out my mouth when I choose to voice it. I look over at Scott, he looks back at me.
We’ll stop off in Cottonwood to pick up some snake-juice, Jipping has a few connections in these parts from the Badland days of yore.
My teeth hurt just thinking about it and I can’t help but begin to just smile...
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”
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