AC/DC blasting we drive a stolen car for the reservation legal bottle rockets but at every stop find shops closed for Sunday's rest Despite this we drive on through the dry New Mexico spring slumped in the wide back seat while stunted evergreens sweep back into the sand-colored scenery until at MILE 0 we turn back No one else notices that green marker among the weeds nor would they care One highway opens; the other disappears
Daily Archives: October 5, 2009
Mile Zero
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