Driving the car down the road really gives me a sense of how far away i am from home. if home truly is where the heart is my heart is in south Florida. When kotu and the gang visited me after i got the cancer his photo album was called carry on my way ward son. its time to come home because im done being wayward. i couldn't be further from home. all this open space, all this oil spilling out of the hot earth. im just bored as fuck out here, like Augusta is my own personal prison, I've placed myself in. though i know its no where comparable to the prison i really do face.i realize i do need a time out from that Lawrence life, but i still even miss that. just another 10 days ill be down home with some of the best friends i could ask for.
KEH IV
