so lake charles is the last place my brother spent his days on this earth. for the sake of my sanity, i did not visit specific locales (nor did know what they were, though there was a brief period in my travels in which i did make an effort to do so). also for the sake of my sanity i’m limiting details, yall.
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| half past nine a.m. home. morning ritual: coca-cola and cards. |
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| half past ten. leaving. |
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| half past eleven. texas state highway 105 east. fuck if know where exactly. some intersection in the boondocks. |
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| half past noon. beaumont. somewhere nearabouts the interchange of interstates 10 and 69, moments before i headed west instead of east. because i am an idiot. |
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| half past one p.m. f.m. 1663, near hankamer and winnie. because i’d gotten off ten near anahuac, where my father’d grown up, thinking i should probably see that place, too, but i made myself snap back to the purpose of the day and turned around. |
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| half past two. beaumont again, headed in the right direction. |
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| half past three. lake charles. some road near the some of the casinos. or something like that. |
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| half past four. traveling from prien lake park to the charpentier historic district. |
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| half past five. leaving lake charles. |
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| half past six. westbound highway 105. |
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| sunset. half past seven. westbound 105. |
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| half past eight. home. |
