2003-06-13 @ 6:14 p.m.
I.
I'm getting out of here tomorrow. Destination: Unknown.
Company: Samwise, Unknown.
All I know is I'm getting out of here. I'd like to put myself in some questionable situations, with some sketchy people. More than likely, go over the speed limit, and past my cell phone's range. Spend the night on someone's couch, or floor, or pay the money to sleep in a bed that's not mine.
And I have a thing for cheap motel rooms that smell of old cigarettes, with floppy pillows and grey sheets that have seen countless bodies do unspeakable things.