this morning #751.

this morning, even though i’d been repeatedly told by people much smarter than me that “freedom isn’t free,” i hadn’t paid a damn thing for safe passage. the smuggling had been a success & now here i was inside these four walls, for the moment not worried about being found. around this time in my life, i’d expected to have had a chance to settle down but mistakes had been made. now, while the rest of the country was consumed with cookouts, i was here in a motel room figuring out my future with much more urgency than usual. there’s no way i could stay here too long. as it was, there was likely already buzz about my whereabouts. once the fireworks were over, the search would begin.