kansas wheat not corn

topeka kansas. a long busride to get here and considering spending the next few days backtracking into missouri before another long busride to denver. my cousin finally wrote me back, to say we should "meet up sometime" while i'm there. i'm going to be upset if i have to couchsurf.
this town reminds me of west milford, but only in a few negative ways. i met a half greyhound half chihuahua last night, which wouldn't exist without artificial insemination. named picasso and is a terrified little runt who will only let you scratch his throat.
i'm not looking forward to riding buses in missouri again, but it won't be for as long, or i'll go by train. the people were all large and snarling and pushing and yelling things like "get the back seat!" as if it made any difference in our crayon tin of a bus. i got lucky on my first ride, to st. louis, which only had about 15 people on board. when we stopped after an hour for snacks and gas i got a 24 and resettled in the backseat. watching the moon move over dark fields and getting drunk and listening to music i loved in high school, then i curled up and passed out.