20091226-1230

Sitting on a rolling train with Mom. I went to the back of the cars and watched the horizon disappear behind us. Reminded me of the backs of hummers in Iraq, cold as shit groping for my turtle neck and goggles.

Sat at dinner with another mother/son couple. Asked me about my military time. Led to Iraq (reluctantly). I feel like I betray people I care about when I give info to strangers that sometimes my best friends don’t know. It's hard to keep track of what I've shared to whom, but it's harder to honestly tell strangers that I'm uncomfortable with their questions.