Here's one I wrote down recently, dated March 12th, 2010.
April and I are in a weird rest area. A strange man corners me in the bathroom and starts talking about Native American shrines. The toilets shoot jets of ink when they flush. We leave and end up stopping in Geneseo, NY on our way home. We were planning on sleeping there, but the "community space" that we go to is closed and boarded-up. We go in anyway and start to sleep in a big bed, but then this guy--who I describe to April as "nice"--kicks us out. We wander around the town all night, calling people on my cell phone.
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