America
By simonparkin
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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'America'
Travelling across America was nowhere near as good as Jack Kerouac made
out.
By the end of the first day we had run out of conversation, we had
exhausted her CD collection and my arse was so sore I couldn't sit
down.
The landscape was boring.
Miles and miles of flat forest that eventually, two days later, turned
into vast, open, deserted scrubland, which, apart from the occasional
city, eventually reached a huge mountain range, which soon fell into
the Pacific.
Devoid of life, so our journey continued, through tollgates and gas
stations and friends who I didn't like.
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