Dear Diary

I have 50.00 now and I earned it the hard way. My ass feels torn apart and my jaws hurt. A few of the truckers who gave me rides were decent guys and just let me ride for free. A few others saw how hungry I was and told me I could give them some ass and make a few bucks or get out. I got out the first two times but the hunger pain was too much. I puked after the first one. His cock tasted nasty and he made me swallow his cum. He gave me 20.00. I made 30.00 from the next one and thank the gods he wore a condom.

I have to go now. The machine here in this truck stop costs two dollars for five minutes of Internet time.

02/29/2001

I am at an Internet caf in New Haven now. One last stop before I make my way back to I 95 and off to Boston. Five blowjobs and three ass fuckings later and I feel like a cheap whore but I can eat and even was able to clean up in a motel a few times. I felt so filthy and my skin smelled until that one trucker let me have the room we used. The worst part is the cold. The old coat that was always warm enough in Texas is just not warm enough for the bitter cold Northern States. As long as I order coffee they will let me stay here and it is warm and the coffee is good.

All through the south I felt like I was still trapped in Texas. Rednecks, hellfire preachers and they talked differently in each State but it was an accent I knew. Once I made it as far as Maryland the people all talked like the television newscasters in that weird unaccented tone. From the little I have seen the North is another world. People move faster and talk faster and don't seem to care about hellfire and brimstone bullshit.

I am headed back to the Interstate now. With any luck I won't have to run from any more cops and will get a few decent rides and be in Boston before I have to suck another cock.

03/12/2001

Well my diary I am back to you for good. It will take me some time to get used to typing in these nails. I feel like I have no hands in them but was told I would get used to them in time.