I left Toronto yesterday. Woke up a motel in Michigan today.
Directions from corporate pictographs on the highway. Less important than being in Canada or America is the motel. 6. Bullet holes in the door. A closed pool.
Motel 6 is a place. But America or Canada? Just brand loyalties without a product. Every flag a logo. The borders, security theatres. The differences just scar tissue. Memories of damage.
Dennys is always the same place.
I’m tired. Went to bed late last night. Have about four hours of sleep. Most of what I own is in storage. I have work uniforms and the clothes of average white guy. Bought khakis to cross the cross the border without raising an eyebrow. It worked. Turned invisible.
Gambled my whole life on the opinion of a man in a uniform with a gun. Looks like I won.
Back on the road again today.
I should be in California within a week.
Knock on the door.
Time to go.