http://slow.writerscafe.org/brettmwagner1 The original writings of author Brett Michael Wagner en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776201066 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I wish I could show youThe broken brick, cracked concrete city--The city as it really is;Unpolished, unglistening:the piss slums, the s**t streetsMany times I've crawled through themOn the brink of insanity:Stumbling along downtown corridorsMade crooked by some mind-altering sacrament;the subterrane.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brettmwagner1/1264412/ Without a plan I set out The Road beckoning- I obeying Finally satisfying This eternal Wanderlust Silent sentinel stars watch over me As I trudge off into the night. Where will I go?... Who will I meet? What will I eat? My soul is giddy with delight. No drug can replace the high of adventure.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brettmwagner1/1254062/ To Kim S. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brettmwagner1/1254059/ Four AM comes early. Red's knocking startled me out of a deep sleep. After breakfast we raced to the Grey Hound station in Indianapolis, just making the bus in time. The bus ride was uneventful and we arrived just as the sun was rising on the brisk fall day. I dug the town a little and started walki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brettmwagner1/1253846/ Unfortanately, because of insurance, he couldn't bring me aboard the bus. So he drove me to a truck stop in Whitestown, IN and gave me a little money to help on my trip. I stayed there for a few days, working at the truck stop and the restuarants in the area for food. Hitch hiking wasn't working an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brettmwagner1/1253844/         The rain quit and I admired a double rainbow that arched itself across the sky. I said good bye to the homeless man, wished him well, and managed to get back on the interstate. I met a man from Saudi Arabia in a truck stop who drove me to another truck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brettmwagner1/1253843/         I spent a bit of time in Louisville due to circumstances beyond my control, but when I was finally able to leave, I walked across the Big Four truss bridge into Indiana. In my explorations of Jeffersonville, I ended up losing sight of the int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brettmwagner1/1253840/          I woke up bright and early and headed to McDonald's for a warm breakfast and to charge my phone. I got on on ramp to the interstate and not five minutes standing there a guy pulled over. He was headed to Louisville. He was a retired Army officer. I ch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brettmwagner1/1253831/         The next morning I ate a breakfast of omelets and hashbrowns at Jone's Restaurant. Very tasty. I set back out, continuing to walk down 90. 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