Anonymity.

Most people has the shield of normality to keep them from being remembered. Most people thrive to be as average as possible and to many, this is an easy thing to accomplish. Drink coffee with milk and sugar, say good morning to the neighbor, don't examine the life around you too carefully of you'll might realize how imperfect everything is. Keep yourself in the shadows enough and never make waves.

See, I've studied humans, I know what we want, but sadly I have never learned to use this knowledge. This backfires frequently, cops remember me, everyone at my usual grocery stores know me by my first name, I get tons of invitations to boring events that make me want to chew my spine to get away.


To my weird world saving hobbies this translates as me borrowing my confidence to those who have none. People that have been kicked around enough that there is barely a soul left in them, but usually it sparks up fast when they are given an opportunity. Because I'm a freak show , I'm excellent at making connections and with a little pushing I see people picking themselves up, and I never see them again.

All this leads me to hilarious situations, and to people who yet again teach me something new. Yesterday was a good example, since I once again pulled in to St Louis.

Last year I was here during the riots, the whole place was a mess of anger and hate. It was hard to have compassion towards either side of the shooting, since all I saw was a bad situation made worse just because enough people backed up the hate. Hate never works for anyone, but it does drive us into stupidity.

My plan was to go for a walk, have a pint, dinner and to write up my unreal drive here (I'll do it later) but as always, that went to shit.

I pulled in , and the valet asked me straight away if i was in Indianapolis last August. Well, yes I was. The guy sees thousands of customers daily, yet he remembered the idiot in the yellow car. He got their boss out, told the story, I shared my weird traveling ways with them and the next thing I knew, I had tour guides again.

How do these things cook up to a yet an other chapter to my journey?

Because I am never a bitch towards the staff, I got the owner interested in my weirdo hobbies. After a pint and big time gambling at a casino ( I made 4 dollars!) when the next time comes I need to ship someone far away from their current location, I have an other option who to call.

The lesson of the day is, never, ever be an ass towards the people who deal with idiots all day, and karma will come around.

I can not fucking believe a man remembers me from a year ago. Jeez I need to tone down this freak show.

I actually parked him so that I could take the photo. I don't think I'd get a job with the valet company.

I don't like money enough to try to win that, but hey, who can say no to pink?

Today I will head out to my personal heaven. Every time life is bad and stress is hitting hard, I picture the roads in Wyoming. Off I go to make more memories now, and probably end up meeting some native American chief who knows how to fix the world with his magic wisdom. I can dream at least. ;)

Anna