oldschool

I am going to Detroit in three hours. I played a gig there once, but was way to drunk to remember even playing there. So in my mind I have never been there. I don't know any one there either. Oh yeah and I have no where to stay. I have done this before, many times. So I think this form of travel can only lead to excitement.
Away from everything that I know, alone. To think and have the freedom to just be. No where to go, and nothing to do. A nobody in a strange place. At least for a while. I won't be gone forever, but hopefully just long enough.
Every time I go on these "urban camping" trips, I add another chapter in my never ending book. Which hopefully someday will be published. All though the purpose of these trips is not to write a book, I have accumulated three 60,000 word true fact books about "urban camping" in almost every American city. All of which sit in the Library of Congress.
When I return I will be a new man. Call me crazy if you wish. Maybe I am, but being crazy is to much fun. So if I don't die or get arrested or other catostrophic events take place. I promise
my next journal entry will be about Detroit.