Well Fuck. I'm going to Arizona. Chicago Public School spring break. Packs of Middle Schoolers roam the streets of the City and I sit idly by too sad or bound to the idea of others to do anything.

I bought my ticket to Tucson. I didn't even know how to spell it a moment ago. But I've thought since I first saw burning rocks and a sun that wants to kill that that was where I wanted to be.



I'll go alone. Stay in the airport hotel...which has a pool. Walk around the empty down town. Hike in the desert, maybe sleep there because I don't want to stop walking and sweating. I'll go to a BBQ with the bike kids of the town and then take a bus to mexico. All by myself. I feel better already.