According to My Notes App

I was on a bus

Actually I was on my bus

Actually we were on our bus

We were on our bus

We drove past an old forester on the 10 heading east toward riverside eventually

That forester took me so far

New York to California far

I put my whole life in the back of that car and me and Frankie raced across the country.

My classes started in six days.

My mattress was being delivered 5 pm July 11 and I had to sign for it.

I rushed that trip

We took the northern route though so there wasn’t much to see anyway.

But when there’s nothing to look at seeing nothing is still seeing something.

That’s all beside the point.

I don’t know what the point is

I always feel like I’m getting there

That forester took me 20,000 miles

New York, the better part of the tri-state, Youngstown, Omaha, the Mississippi, Denver, Los Angeles, Laguna beach, orange, San Francisco, San Diego, Santa Barbara, Rosarito, Las Vegas, slab city - everywhere I’ve ever been in my adult life. Every job I’ve ever had.

Every girl I’ve known.

And now I’m on this bus to riverside

Still getting there

On the way back

I’d like to buy my parents’ house.

I’d like to have little landing spots, all around the world.

Places I can stay along the way.

Imagine all the people that’d stay there too.

We talk about the work that’s been done

Maybe a thing or two still need doing

But most of that is behind us now.

All these things we built

All the time we spent

It was rough there for a while

But look at the web we spun

That’s some sprawl.

Look at what we made

All that we own

On the way back I own

Still getting there

-J.P.