We began the drive last night after watching Lou Reed in what felt like a dust bowl in the middle of the city. The gypsy drift was at 39,150 miles when we began, putting us at 39,350 upon arrival in Indianapolis. The Moontower was buzzing per usual and we spent the night on the porch in what felt like a flashback hangout from 2004. King Cobra and the crickets, stories and the sound of the porch swing going back and forth. Perfection.
This morning Jerms Tubbs joined us for breakfast and we're now waiting for him to finish burning a cd for us as a farewell gift. He has snakes for hair in case you didn't know.
So begins our southbound journey...headed to Louisville in humidity that makes our hair frizz up and our backs drip.
HI MOM! HI DAD!
Love,
a & g
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