I got to Omaha around 9 PM. I stepped out of the car with my ripped shirt, beard, and feather necklace to ask a gas station attendant where a diner was. Before I could say anything, he said to me, "Did you just get murdered?"He was talking to this middle aged junkie looking woman. She asked me for a meal and a ride.
I drove away to eat at Mexican restaurant. Omaha was bigger than I thought and the people were more Western than Mid Western.
I drove on past Omaha to somewhere in Western Nebraska. It started raining so I pulled over and slept in my car. The next day the rain turned to snow and I wound up having to drive in a snow storm till Colorado.
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