this is where i was a year ago.

sitting on the front porch of 112 taylor street. the calmness of a small southern indiana city just before summer. people are starting to relax, whole hearted midwest american families are arriving in droves to watch heir children graduate. an influx of big american cars with license plates from illinois, michigan, ohio saturate the small town parking spaces twice a year. i sort of hate them but i don't mind. this their dream, not mine. i don't want a golden retriever, i don't want to join a fraternity, i don't know about the game. i want to get out of here.

later...

my dad has come up from florida to help me move out. we're eating at a greencastle restaurant, the monon bell, one last time before we go. this restaurant has the typical decorations; black & white photos of famous actors, monroe, 3 stooges, etc. what i notice about this place is that they have 2 of the same photo of humphrey bogart hanging next to each other. i wonder how many people notice this. some one had to have done that on purpose. 

a little earlier...

approximately 2 miles from the monon bell is a motel called the college inn. owned and managed by hindu people, this poor establishment has somehow garnered a sleazy reputation among students. i have seen no proof of this, and my dad was immediately attracted to its 50's styling. we have stayed there several times since 2006. anyway, in this motel, behind the beds are fake paintings of ducks. but the paintings are the same. i have stayed in other rooms of the motel, and they have different ducks, but the same ones are matched in each room. thats just how it is in greencastle.