I have been in this shitty motel before on some other lost weekend. I’ve made my way down here on some “public conveyance” from which I was ejected a couple hours ago, fifty miles down the road.
My crime? Drinking on the conveyance, which would amuse a lot of people , including the person responsible for me being on the road. I also made a fuss because someone stole my Nikon. So there will be relatively few fotos from this leg of the trip.
I’m farther east than I planned, as I am currently on a sabbatical/walkabout, and planned to enter Mexico somewhere in Cali. No matter, Arizona is just as good.
It’s ironic, on my last great bus hobo trip, I felt that an awful lot of the passengers had just gotten out of some hospital or institution and really had nowhere to go. Now people look at me like I’m that person.
I think I’m too old for these kind of changes. Yeah, yeah, you’re only as old as you feel, well, fuck, I feel 120 after the last couple weeks.
I don’t mind Kingman, it’s a shadow of its former self, (me, too) but is a stop on old Route 66, and there’s a lot of interesting retro architecture and some restaurants that date back to the day. I had hoped to visit one of those restaurants, but I ‘m in too pissy a mood, so I walked down the street, got some Popeye’s to eat in the room.
I saw a documentary recently about a guy who tried to “live” off Craigslist for 30 days. He’d get around by using ride share ads, meet people to crash on their couches and so on. That seems really cool, plus he got to meet a dominatrix! The last time I went hobo-ing around the country, I tried to live on $10 a day. The whole craig’s list angle might make it easier.
But the trip overall will be harder, as last time, I knew that whatever hardships I endured, there was a nice home and loving family waiting for me at the end.
Not this time.