"Under a tremendous old tree was a bed of green lawn-grass belonging to a gas station.
I asked the attendent if I could sleep there, and he said sure; so I streached out a wool shirt,
laid my face flat in it, with an elbow out, and with one eye cocked at the snowy Rockies in the hot sun
for just a moment. I feel asleep for two delicious hours, the only discomfort being an occasional Colorado ant.
And here I am in Colorado! I kept thinking gleefully. Damn! damn! damn! I'm making it! And after
a refreshing sleep filled with cobwebby dreams of my past life in the East I got up, washed in the men's room,
and strode off, fit and slick as a fiddle, and got me a rich thick milkshake at the roadhouse
to put some freeze in my hot, tormented stomach. "
-on the road
yeah, i'm moving on the 9th of august 1999, sick as mate.
