Set out from Memphis, eastbound on I-40 . Only made it 100 miles before I sputtered out. Keeping pace with life is harder than it seems. At least I'm consistent... always doing nothing. Waiting for my chance to make something happen. Betting on the wrong horse will get you a brand new dream. I'm played out on the bars and the women that frequent them. They know nothing of life... only how to steal break my heart. Stolen meals do taste better, as long as they're not your last. Maybe I'll join the Army and kill me some for'ners. It would take a little effort, but fatigue is my color. Getting tired is easy to do, as long as you have some energy. Set out from Jackson, westbound on I-40. Only made it 100 miles before I sputtered out. Sometimes I wonder where my life is going Sitting on the couch, eating apple pie, and cursing at the Cubs.