Onward Delirium

Dear Morning,

Mindwrecked and shaking, and we leave for Portland within the hour.

(Will it welcome us still?)

And we ate at that awful place this morning again, and my stomach is ill. Fires at night; Lighter Fluid; and it won a blue ribbon a hundred years ago. You know what I'm talking about.

This is a quick note. Emily is standing here ranting about something, I think chocolate chips. I am going to cleanse myself of the night and thence to the city. I promise to share pictures with you upon my return.

Sincerely,

"Steve"