I bought wine. I’m drinking it in my room. Suki is giving me her doggy look, wondering what’s going on.
“We’re going somewhere new,” I tell her. “You’ll like it. Even if you don’t…tough shit.”
Yes, I’ve had a lot of wine already. On an empty stomach, to boot.
I can’t tell you how much I miss JJ. He would be cooking dinner at this time, and the apartment would be filled with wonderful smells. My mouth would be watering and my stomach getting ready to be filled.
Instead, I’m in a vanilla motel room, some bullshit on the television, ugly drapes drawn across the windows. Why the hell do they put windows in motel rooms? No one looks out of them and guests certainly don’t want anyone looking in.
No bed bugs so far. Keep your fingers crossed. Tomorrow, I go through Chicago and enter Wisconsin. I-94 leads me to St Paul.
JJ, baby…I love you.
AJ…I can’t wait to see you.