It just wasn’t quite right. A lone truck stop emporium on a yellow and green hills offramp promised great things. Cool and refreshing things. Which we did purchase. But it wasn’t right. We merged with the southern flow, and were gone.
Utah is robust. Many people work hard here but don’t waste time pondering their existence or questioning their national government save some generalized boiler plate rumblings. The heat as the sun headed to its western bed was charged with hard working energy, and a breeze urged action, action, action. And action we acted upon, charging 85 mph down I-15, our 8 cylinders pumping at a speed and intensity that would kill us if we could grasp it, like gazing into the face of God. We are agents of a Great Destiny, each a grain of causality and consciousness, in a dance to that final edge. May we meet upon that other shore.Nevada is energy gone mad and depraved, an orgy of fossil fueled grinning self immolation, a faithful floor show tribute to Satan on wet t shirt night. And it’s luring us through sheer indifferent application of gravitational attraction to our dreams and daring. Everyone’s a gambler, especially those who won’t play the game.
You got to know when to hold em
When to fold em
Know when to walk
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sitting at the table
There’ll be time enough for counting
When the dealin’s done
We’ve got $39.99 rooms reserved at the Four Queens, and we don’t know what’s going to happen. Nightfall is complete on this lonely Utah highway.