Downtown San Antonio life.
This man's feet above we're a little quiet, but his mouth sure did like to talk. He told us he had once been a pimp but his father, who he said was in the DEA, stopped him. Now he's just a regular old San Antonio drifter with nothing to lose but his shoes.
Long hard days and stinky old men. My days have been filled with many other feet of many sizes. I traveled down to Llano, Texas where the only sign of feet we're imprints in the sand by the river. Llano was a trip. All the feet further in town seemed to be familiar with each other leaving our feet to fend for them-selfs. The river got to us a bit, and there are a few claw marks from the rocks but oh well, you win some you lose some.
The feet to the right are my new lover's. They are waiting for me to come home. I cant describe them too well, but I know they are very much like me. We seem to clash a bit because of our similarities but in a nice way. Last night they kept me warm and put me to sleep, and with all that's been going on; I could not have askedfor anything better.
One thing I would like to ask this time is less time on car pedals, I'm done with pushing for hours and not seeing life around me. The dark carpeting drives me a little crazy now and I would love to be in fresh air rather then in hot car. I'm glad I don't get motion sickness like the rest of me.
Now it should be time to rest, but this body must keep moving. Till I sit agian; See ya
