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  • not enough money for a hotel and i'm stuck in a Solvang hotel parking lot in the backseat of a 1963 vw bug that was originally green but someone had painted it turd brown and now the green is exposed on the fenders. it is 2:30 am and San Francisco is the destination, but I'm too tired to drive any further and i'm by myself and spooked by creepy cars that keep circling the parking lot. i have to keep my head down cause if a cop catches me i'll have to move on and there is no more room in the camp grounds and a rest stop is thirty miles back with woods all around and i might be attacked by an axe murderer or a bear. its friggin cold out here and i don't have a blanket and i can't lay straight because i'm in the backseat of a vw bug, right?, and i have all this stuff in here with me. I'm crunched up with my legs partially extended between the seats and a royal kink in my neck and all I really need is just a few minutes of shut eye but those damned flourescent vacancy signs keep blinking at me. i hope no one notices the condensation on the windows.
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