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I've been to a lot of rest areas in my life. Tell, I've been to a lot of rest areas this week.

Barking is easier, and I kind of like the rustic feel of them versus a gas and shopping area.

I like the trees in the grass. But for the next few days or weeks, months maybe.

I'll stop at the truck stops and gas stations instead.

The hot dogs under heat lamps and the tired people who are still a long way from where they

wanted to be. I'll take that crowded noise to avoid the quiet rest stops,

where the rest stops I used to think were quiet.

Alice isn't dead by Joseph Fink, performed by Jessica Nicole, produced by desperation. Part 2, Chapter 7,

The Monk of Crystal Springs.

You could buy the berries warm from the sun. Their stems still bleeding water.

The hours were irregular and dependent on the harvest. You would know that they were open

because they would fly a flag in the shape of a carp.

The stand always smelled so strongly of strawberries and a little bit like soil.

The most perfect mixture of smells. And no one who worked there could smell it.

The smell had been blocked out by their brains.

Even as a kid, that seemed like one of the worst fates. To work in the best smell in the world

and never be able to smell it.

From Gilroy, I followed the 101 through the amazingly named town of Coyote,

and up towards San Francisco. About a half hour out, I had to pee and laughed at the thought of

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