My mind is wandering without me this time. I’m driving along, Rollins is on the iPod. Sonny Rollins this time, not Henry. I don’t remember getting on I-10 but I guess that’s OK because that’s where I’m going… Just play jazz man, play.
I am losing all my preconceived notions of time. I’m not trapped in this time loop anymore. I can escape time itself and be free to roam. The ideas flow freely and at times are overwhelming. Where I exist, there is no time. Of course, when I come back to Earth, time has kept moving and here I find myself behind the wheel of a truck that has moved 50 miles since I last remember being here.
I need to get home.
Fast.
Before whatever drugs I ingested wear off…
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