Rudely being awoke by the sun maybe one of the worst ways to start the day. It’s about seven thirty am I’m sore from sleeping on the ground my cloths are socked with sweet. Mad that my day has got to start this early after a terrible nights sleep. I stand up and see all the cars driven by, and I wonder if any of them would have been the one to get  me to my destination? As I pick up my make shift cardboard bed and make sure my bag is pack I realize I need to get food and water.

As I make my way my hidden spot underneath a billboard sing next to a truck stop in Missoula Montana. I toss my flattened card board mattress into a dumpster along side the restaurant. Starving and almost broke I head on into the convenient store.

I notice there is a t.v. by the counter that everyone is watching I can tell they are watching the news I ask whats going on in the world to day kind of jokingly. This forty something out of shape, bug eyed, stayed up to late looking guy in forms me Micheal Jackson died the day before. Really that sucks I thought to my self. How did it happen I asked. The girl behind the counter said he had a hart attack and that all the t.v. stations are talking about it non stop. I remember thinking that it’s kind of strange to see these truckers go on and on about Micheal.

Anyway now that I have made my way to the on ramp I make my bass camp next to a stop sing. And as I stand there trying to hitch a ride I notice that most if not all the car that stop are playing Micheal Jackson and I’m guessing the cars and trucks that I can’t hear it from don’t have there radios up loud enough for me to hear.

The sun is starting to burn my already sun burned skin. Only about an hour of standing there a car pulls over and lets me in. They are going to give me a ride as far as Bozeman Montana. They are a young couple in there mid twenty’s they in form me that they live in Bozeman but grew up in Missoula and how lucky I was that they were home visiting friends and family.

I’m glad that it made them happy to get me out of the sun and move me a little farther down the road. What made the day remember able is for the hole ride they played Micheal Jackson and made phone calls about him and received many more phone calls and every conversion ended up talking about Micheal. So when they dropped me off by my next on ramp in Bozeman I watched them drive away. Thinking to myself that I’m here in the middle of Montana and in between a truck stop in Missoula and the small town of Bozeman Micheal Jackson death has really touched every ones life today and if this small peace of highway represents the rest of the world. I hope that everyone makes it a little farther down the road. Because the journey never stops.