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On A Road

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This is standing. In the cold. With your thumb up. Praying that somebody is kind enough to stop.

This is hating every mother fucker that doesn’t, because they think you’re a rapist. A murderer. A crack addict. Or just another human being.

This is three hours spent in the rain. Watching people drive along in empty mini-busses. Guzzling up fuel. This is expensive cars. Pick-up trucks. Eighteen wheelers. Motorcycles. Dune buggies. Tour busses. Not stopping. Ever.

This is knowing that there’s no point in putting your thumb up for an RV because only two types of people drive them: old retirees and families – neither of which want you. This is putting your thumb up for an RV anyway, in the small hope that they will stop. They don’t.

This is the police pulling up. This is looking like trouble. This is them giving you a bottle of water because it’s a hot day. This is a “good luck, kid”. A pat on the back. A smile.

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Travel Songs 1: Hoes

I go to see so many films at the cinema when I’m home that you’d think that would be the thing I’d miss the most. Not so. The thing I always end up missing while I’m away is music.

Until you live a life without music you don’t realise how important it is. Nowadays we listen to music so much that it’s a major factor in our lives and how we view ourselves. We all have soundtracks that we pick each day – whether consciously or subconscious – to play along while we make our memories.

Some days we feel bad so we decide to listen to Radiohead. Other days we feel good so choose to play a little Alphabeat. Sometimes though we just choose random music – seemingly for no reason – but really there is a reason, we just consciously don’t know what it is.

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