Hobo Changba wants to be a writer but his feelings for two different women with the same name seem to distract him. He tries to restep his young dysfunctional life, never finding the right key. His journey of sorting through the sadness, silliness, and humor makes for a story anyone might relate to.
We drove for miles in silence,just listening to songs on the radio. The Loggins and Messina tape was tired; it got played way too many times. I took as many back roads as I could trying to prolong the inevitable, that reunion with Carla and her Mom. I don't even know why I cared, but it seemed that I had made some sort of commitment to Carla, now I was involved. We stopped one last time in Fredricksburg Virginia. Carla went and got two six-packs of beer and brought them back and put them on ice in the bathroom sink. Between us we finished them all. Carla cried that night, it was fustrating. I had to take her back, or could I be the total rebel and turn around, after all. I had most of the hundred dollars my father wired me. Eventually we both drunkenly fell asleep. The next morning I couln't even look at Carla, I felt it was my fault on what I was doing to her. She was gracious and said nothihng about it, the night before she said she loved me and waited for my response and I dont quite remember what I said to her. I was the only reason she was coming home and this seemed to be too much on me. I was nauseous as I exited the N.J. turnpike and drove that last ten miles to Carla's mother's house. I kept taking these deep breaths as I drove and I thought I heard Carla doing the same.
About Robert J. Lowe
Robert J. Lowe is still the student of the human condition. His easy to read, simplied look at life will appeal to all. His first work of fiction takes you through a world of the 70,s and his characters trying to grasp a place in the world. Robert grew up in New Jersey and now makes his home in Mississippi.