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April 25th, 1972

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April 25th, 1972

The Last Hundred Miles
Apr 25, 1972
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April 25th, 1972

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Tonight on the way home from work I passed a young kid standing on the sidewalk down by the bus station talking to an old man. As I passed the kid looked up at me right in the eyes and the old man, not noticing, said to the boy, “Why do you know what I was doing when I was 21?”

Jeeeeeesus…Dear Diarina Daling, where do I begin my current little tale of woe.

Peggy and Ed left to go on the road Sunday. All this time that I’ve known that they would be leaving one thought never crossed my mind. That one though is that when they left, I would be here alone and that I never knew when I would see them again. God, I just never thought of that. 

This is the first time that I’ve been alone in Washington. I’m not alone now either. Margie’s here. Thank the risen Lord for Margie. I honestly think I’d be crazy without her now. Wow! I wonder what I would be like now without Margie. Fuck, what would I be like if it hadn’t been for Peggy and Ed and for the last two years?

God, everything is different now. Absolutely nothing is the same as it was. If you’d have told me in January that by April I would no longer be working at Army Times and that Peggy and Ed would be out of my life with no definite plans to ever return I would have thought impossible…

This all goes to prove something, but I’m in no mood to think about it. I just got really stoned, and I think I’m enjoying the typewriter more than I’m enjoying what I’m writing. This is really a stoned rap.

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