Southern Discomfort
I'm gone today through Sunday morning.
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.