Nigel, I couldn't find my exit.

[Freeky]

I went to the top of that hill like I said I was gonna, Nigel.  I shouldn't have, really, because I didn't expect to see what was there. 

When I left the house that morning, I wanted to go to a wild place where I could just disappear.  I wanted to see long stretches of road, framed by green doom.  What I wanted to find was a dirt turn off leading away from the city part of The City, to get a better head start on anyone finding me. 

What I wanted was for to hear the siren call.  But I didn't.  I didn't hear it.

What I found was seven churches in a five mile stretch.  What I saw was a tiny town boasting of ten dingy bars (not the good kind, either), a cut-price outlet store, and a place that sells those speeder boats that you see on bigger lakes.  Where I went was just another shit-hole with no way out.  And I couldn't find the real road, the one that leads to nowhere, the vehicular equivalent of taking your shoes off and walking into the ocean.

I know that there are those kinds of exits, and the all lead to the same road.  But Tucson didn't let me find one.  It isn't done with me yet. 

I wish it were.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I went to the top of that hill like I said I was gonna, Nigel.  I shouldn't have, really, because I didn't expect to see what was there. 

When I left the house that morning, I wanted to go to a wild place where I could just disappear.  I wanted to see long stretches of road, framed by green doom.  What I wanted to find was a dirt turn off leading away from the city part of The City, to get a better head start on anyone finding me. 

What I wanted was for to hear the siren call.  But I didn't.  I didn't hear it.

What I found was seven churches in a five mile stretch.  What I saw was a tiny town boasting of ten dingy bars (not the good kind, either), a cut-price outlet store, and a place that sells those speeder boats that you see on bigger lakes.  Where I went was just another shit-hole with no way out.  And I couldn't find the real road, the one that leads to nowhere, the vehicular equivalent of taking your shoes off and walking into the ocean.

I know that there are those kinds of exits, and the all lead to the same road.  But Tucson didn't let me find one.  It isn't done with me yet. 

I wish it were.

Keep looking, Freeky. Keep looking and never give up. Because the day you give up is the day before they find you at the mall, sipping an Orange Julius and making pleasant comments about the air conditioning.

[Freeky]

I went to the top of that hill like I said I was gonna, Nigel.  I shouldn't have, really, because I didn't expect to see what was there. 

When I left the house that morning, I wanted to go to a wild place where I could just disappear.  I wanted to see long stretches of road, framed by green doom.  What I wanted to find was a dirt turn off leading away from the city part of The City, to get a better head start on anyone finding me. 

What I wanted was for to hear the siren call.  But I didn't.  I didn't hear it.

What I found was seven churches in a five mile stretch.  What I saw was a tiny town boasting of ten dingy bars (not the good kind, either), a cut-price outlet store, and a place that sells those speeder boats that you see on bigger lakes.  Where I went was just another shit-hole with no way out.  And I couldn't find the real road, the one that leads to nowhere, the vehicular equivalent of taking your shoes off and walking into the ocean.

I know that there are those kinds of exits, and the all lead to the same road.  But Tucson didn't let me find one.  It isn't done with me yet. 

I wish it were.

Keep looking, Freeky. Keep looking and never give up. Because the day you give up is the day before they find you at the mall, sipping an Orange Julius and making pleasant comments about the air conditioning.

Orange Juliuses (Julii?) are delicious, thank you, and I'd like to see anyone be out in that blast furnace for twenty mintues and not say things like "OH MY GOD IM ALIVE AGAIN" after coming inside.

[Freeky]

I will look again, soon.  I made a u-turn before this big wide curve to the right I couldn't see past, but I was utterly heartbroken that my road was hiding from me.  North of Tucson isn't like south of Tucson, at all; south of Tucson (down Tombstone way) has tons of these roads, tons and tons, and they're all prefect to park your car in so that people don't know where to look. 

[the last yatto]

first thought after reading the title...

[Freeky]

bump

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

This is a good bump, it's good timing for reading it again.