He seemed to remember. Some things you can't do anything about. Like wanting to eat an egg that hasn't been laid yet. Just sitting and staring has to be alright. Go smoke a cigarette. Maybe the smoke dissolving into the wind will bring relief. Clear the mind. Egg thoughts made him hungry, he realized. Another frustration! Another 45 minutes before he can eat. Scratching itch under a rib. For some reason Niagara Falls thundering kept yanking on a corner of his awareness
but that didn't mean anything either. Wanting a Corvette doesn't mean anything when you don't have money, honey. Toes curling and un. Tapping silent beats. The road to Nashville, right at the Kentucky Tennessee state line. "It's like wondering 'what brought that on?' ", he knew. 35 more minutes...