Fun With The Font

Patrick and I are still in Niamey. Adam asked us, yesterday, if we would like to go to dinner tonight. Patrick and I elected to stay one more night. I think we are both ready to head out, but really now what lies ahead? Just the road to Dosso and endless days of the same. I wish there was something to love here. In the foothills of California I feel like I come alive, but here all I feel is dried-out. The sun beats you down, the dirt beats you down, the bugs wake you up at night as they crawl up your leg, ... The darkness spooks the shit out of you. There is truly no solace here. I want to feel alive here, but wanting is for nothing because this place will continue to kill me until I am finally free.