

Purgatory On Wheels11:10 P.M.: A few minutes ago I was lying on my bed in a cheap motel room reading Man’s Search for Meaning and trying to get a few hours of sleep before the clock struck five. In came Jack, telling me that the furniture he picked up didn’t fit so nicely into his car and the bus left at 12:15. Now I’m contorted in the back seat of his little red 1988 Chevy Beretta, writing notes by the lights of motel signs on a large, rather ridiculously positioned desk. Jack’s seatback is down all the way and he’s leaning forward at an angle which, considering he will be driving in it for ten hours, would seem hilarious had I the energy to maintain a sensPurgatory On Wheels
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