1. Thursday, October 5, 2006

    To: busblog 

    From: Tony’s Mom
    Subj: So What’s Your Agenda Today

    What is your route? Did you get an early start?

    Dear Mom,

    almost every day you ask me these questions and i know youre tracking me via your map at work and i know youre worried and i know you love me, but i can no longer answer these questions.

    i am an undercover agent for the xbi. not only that but im a somewhat popular blogger. and on top of that im a wandering soul.

    the purpose of this trip is multi-layered and part of that involves the lack of plans. so far the plans, routes, and schedules of this trip have only acted as a sort of a wet blanket to me.

    yes it was great seeing you and going to the cubs game and going to the bears game and for those things i needed to tell you and others where i would be and when. but secretly i didnt like Having to be anywhere or Having to do anything.

    now that im on the home stretch i really dont want to know whats going on nor do i want to plan anything. i hate that i even have a semi plan. when i was in europe i enjoyed getting off one train and getting on the next train whereever it was going.

    infact when Chris and i were together in Frisco we’d often ride the muni to whereever it was going and get off whenever we saw something interesting. its one reason i love her so much – because she understands that free spirit of adventure and randomness.

    i understand that you like to plan things out but that doesnt work for me. i saw a park today called Hungry Mother Park. if i was truly free i would have gone to that park but i have some weird thing in me that was saying “you have to try to be in Memphis by tomorrow.” but why do i have to be in Memphis by tomorrow? no one is waiting for me, Elvis aint going no where, ive got no hotties there awaiting me.

    but i didnt explore that part of Tennessee or Virginia or wherever i was because i still havent become truly free. if theres a purpose of this trip it is to meander like the butterfly does: drunkenly, stupidly, with the aid of nature.

    the only thing i need to do is be home by Oct 20th because thats when anna kournikova will be in LA and she wants to give me a special birthday gift, but as great as she is, if im having a great time somewhere else and its not costing me too much money, i might not be in LA by then.

    again, i know you mean well and you just want to know, but i dont want to know. in fact i dont even want to think about it. i dont even want to know what road im on or know what town im approaching. i just want to watch the midget horses eat grass and the fat cows poop. i want to see the leaves change colors while listening to howard stern talk to strippers who are peeing on dwarfs in motel rooms. i know you dont want to hear this, but I want to be in motel rooms as strippers are peeing on dwarfs and i wont get that chance if im speeding in and out of towns because i have some random schedule.

    so heres what you should do. you should read this blog. most of it is lies but the places are generally correct. or you can ask me where i just was. i dont mind talking about the past. the past isnt all that fascinating, but it’s helpful for your map.

    i love you dearly. today howard stern asked nba basketball player Doug Christie whose wife has him on a short leash if the Nazis had a gun to his head would he choose that they shoot his wife or his mother. Doug said they should shoot his wife, which of course made her cry, even though it was just speculative and ridiculous, but Doug and I have that in common, our mommas come first.

    which is why my future wives are lucky that the Nazis are no longer in power.

    Anyways i will do many things that you wont like: i will drive late at night, i will drink when offered drink, i will smoke when offered smoke, and i will watch my female fans dance on my bed when they invite themselves into my room, and i will eat fast food high in transfats. other than that, anything goes. im sorry but at 113 going on 114 i owe that sort of lifestyle to my readers, who basically paid for the car that im driving.

    and yes i would have the Nazis shoot them instead of you, but until then they deserve to read fun tales from the road because no one at Pajamas Media care as much about them as i do. until that changes, it’s my duty to rock out with my, uh, laptop out.

    Go Bears,