Astral Samurai

It could't have just been me everything seemed to slow down. In my mind words sounded slow, my eyes blinked slower. I had definitely lost track of time and felt almost winded. Like a cold punch in the chest. I stopped somewhere off the Jersey Turnpike. Pausing to think, rest and consider what the hell I was doing. At this point I thought too much of going back to the house and cuddling in bed with my wife. I stared at the clock dashboard reading 2:14 AM I realized I hadn't really slept since yesterday. Then it hit me, thats why I am so tired. The adrenaline from the way the last few hours went had worn off. I went through the cooler and grabbed a sandwich staring at the neon lights still on from a nearby gas station. I kept the car running still thinking while eating. I'm exhausted I need to just crash for the night. I didn't want to go into a sleazy motel or even a ritzy hotel. This is supposed to be a crazy road trip, damn it! I gotta find a bridge...

February went by pretty fast for me. I flew out to New York for the first two weeks of February. Did all the essential stuff, caught up with friends, went into the city, the family super bowl thing, and I even caught some snow. Of course like every year the things I promise myself I am going to do there, I didn't do. I drank way too much out there and at some point caught a virus. I had a good time and doing so much all in a tiny space of time made things seem slower somehow. Flying back was equally humorous being stuck with a cold, on a plane, on Valentines Day. The other half of the month I made an effort to concentrate on writing and further studying on guitar crafting. (Still have not started that guitar) I probably could buy all the necessary tools and just try to put it together without knowing every single detail. But like that first time playing a guitar there is that fear that it won't come out right. So maybe a just do it attitude should be applied here. ...