goldsboro a go-go
so, it's friday night at about ten p.m. and i've no way of knowing if there is anything going on in this town. there is this stripper bar pretty close to the hotel with search lights and neon. although i'm sure the southern belles are something to write home about, that's not what i have in mind.
i take for granted all too often the people who are close and dear to me. i don't seem to have anything in common with much of anyone on the road. that's the whole problem, i suppose. i'm trying to find fulfilment in these transient meetings because i've no other outlet/escape. the true quest is within and if i had that inner peace i'd be fulfilled. then my interactions would be more satisfying, but would i actually find anything to do besides staring at my eyelids in a different place every two weeks?
