Southern Discomfort

I don't want to make too big a stink about it, but my dad is sick. He should be totally fine, but they're operating on him tomorrow morning so I'm making a "last minute/drop everything/holy shit" trip down to that most-reviled of southern states, Tennessee, so I can be with my parents and try to be a better son than I have been for the last, oh... 31 years.

I'm gone today through Sunday morning.

redneck
Welcome to Tennessee! Now squeal like a pig!


In case you were unaware, there isn't so much an "internet" in Tennessee as there is a couple computers with a piece of string between them, so the likelihood of me being able to blog post from the road is pretty slim unless I happen upon a wireless hot spot. I'll do my best.

Nonetheless I'll be noting the Tennessee experience and taking lots of photos so you can see what a Branson-esque shithole that place is first hand.

Without having the time to emotionally prepare for the backwards Hee-Haw bullshit I'm about to put up with from every person I encounter that I'm not directly related to, I'm taking along the last of my vallium that I got for my back injury. That ought to take the edge off any chance racist, book-hating douchebag encounters.

I'll tell my mom you all said Hi. I'll tell my dad that you send wishes for a speedy recovery.

That's all, kiddies.
Huzzah.

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