5:49pm: stopped at a wawa. Bought 20oz and 8oz sf red bulls, clif bar. Wanted to throw in the towel and buy blt and go home and go wah wah wah. Radio dj keeps saying ‘funky Friday.’ Ate 1mg Xanax to…I don’t know…should I just stop at the next thing, the next service center, start a new life there…I could work at the z-market or travel mart…it would be fine.

5:57pm: dj said ‘we have a request here for ‘funky Nassau,’ next up on funky Friday.’ he sounded unsure of himself but I think he was making up the request, I don’t believe someone requested this. I don’t believe anyone requests songs anymore. When I was little I wanted to hear ‘eternal flame’ by the bangles because I had never heard the whole thing, just a few seconds of it on an infomercial for one of those Time Life mix-CDs. I requested it on lite 101.9 WLIF. The dj asked me who I wanted to dedicate it to and I wasn’t prepared so I said ‘Allie, Jamie, and Ashley.’ little girl on the radio pressured to dedicate a love song she’d never heard to three girl friends. Cute.

6:33pm: ate .5mg Xanax and clif bar. 8884272643 is the suicide hotline number in this area, somewhere in Delaware. The suicide hotline thing came on after end of ‘goodbye stranger’ by supertramp. That song. The way it sounds. Makes me feel stuff. I have to pee damnit. Now on nj turnpike.

6:41pm: radio dj said ‘hear what we’ve done, what we did, and what we’re doing n-ooooo-w’ in a sexy confident voice.

6:45pm: starting to feel good from Xanax, the loving Xanax brain hold…thought ‘stussy’

7:06pm: finna get some chicken lickens from this nast burger baby king and let this pee outta me. J fennimore cooper rest stop worldwide.

7:10pm: huge ass bathroom line huge ass burger king line fuck it man I’m

7:16pm: chicken lickens hell. I want chicken lickens. Woman behind me in tie dye shirt has ‘grazed’ me with her titties twice. Abandoning ship.

7:51pm: 44mins away gonna try Joyce Kilmer rest stop gotta get my chicken lickens. Woodrow Wilson was the stop I forgot

8:02pm: chicken lickens

8:23pm: 30mins away. I feel shitty from the chicken lickens.

8:58pm: ate another .5 Xanax, used face towel, looking for hair brush.

9–11:59pm: walked in late to Fishkind, it was almost over. Sat by Mira. Traded her two Xanax for three vicodin. Some kind of argument between Zachary and Jamie (name of his ex-gf who has ‘hated me’ since 2010, just learned he’s tentatively moved back in with her in their old apartment) which I didn’t think was serious. Tao was there, surprised.

Hi to z and he seemed cold Jamie stepped over me to use bathroom a lot

Z was wearing my dads blue sweater that I gave him on the storage unit day

Mosh pit thing, saw Tao watching me maybe