FRIDAY 5:00pm

Getting to sleep was difficult. First, I had quite the limp and looked like a maniac stumbling upon the clearing which was full of school children, bikers, dog walkers and white collared folk on break. The sun was out, full steam so I took my shirt off, inviting a host of awkward stares.

I found a nice spot to lay my sleeping bag on near a bush and did so without thinking twice. As soon as my eyes closed a nosy bee began flying around my head, stealing my z’s with its buzz. Annoyed I opened my eyes back up only to notice the giant piles of dog crap roasting all around me. That spot was out of the question.

My next choice was closer to the street on a ditch. The ground was moist but I was so tired it didn’t bother me. Well, it didn’t bother me until a colony of curious black ants started surveying my belly for their new mound site. I picked up my stuff and moved to higher ground, near a spider and a picket fence. Oh what did I care? I liked spiders.

Sleep ended four hours later when some lady started throwing pinchy pine leaves over the picket fence. They landed all over me and I growled myself awake. It had gotten a lot cooler outside and the activity in the clearing had died down.

Two hours to go. I have sparrows in my brain. They are flying around picking worms for their children. It’s hard to think of anything else. What do I tell the man? What will he tell me? Will he notice the shine of a writer in my eyes or will I be just another person in line? The questions are endless. I’m going to limp on over there and find the answers for myself.