Antsy to Leave Alabama

The storm has just passed. There was potential for a tornado, but as I suspected, one had not formed. Still, the rain was heavy. Too heavy for a tarp. Which is why I thank the fates who crossed our paths with family. Family we've not seen in years, nor expected to see here.

We're housed up now in a chilly basement room. Sprawled out on the bed bathed in grey light spilling in through the windows. The sound of their children shouting and running on the floors above.

The northern states we'll be riding through to reach Illinois will be rainy the next few days. But I don't want to stay in Alabama much longer. There's more rain in the forecast for the coming weekend. So, our only chance of escape is the next several days.

There's little keeping us here. There's little resources as well. The cops have become more confident and aggressive since the sudden influx of "no solicitation" ordinances. Despite how unconstitutional. Depsite the many legal battles demonstrating the illegality of such ordinances. It doesn't stop them from threatening our well-being. It's nothing new, however. We'll use the same loopholes as before in order to survive.

It goes to show that only so much progress can be made fighting by the rules within a rigged game. I am tired of fighting by the rules. They will never break our chains, no matter how sweetly we beg.