my heart is in newnan, ga
so here is some more juice to drink.
as most of you may know, i went on a lengthened vacation to see my mother in VA and friends in FL. virginia sucks. there are only main roads to get to main places, no real alternate routes. it's quite boring; everyone is trying to promote their business, whether it be a new restaurant or a realty, everyone's involved in some sort of business and it's annoying. i slaved in the sweatshops of dry-cleaning and permanent presses, then drove long distances back and forth to drop clothes off for alterations.
i can feel the pain in my car. i also felt pain in life because of this growing pressure of just being there, with my sister in a disgruntled, spoiled, negative family. dinner time was always bitter because no one cared. that's when my proactiv solution stopped working and i got ugly. stress sucks, and so do cigarettes. if you smoke cigarettes, well, i'm sorry. make better choices, and stop twitching.
i ventured onto florida with fresh oil in my car, coasting to warmer weather. i was making great time and listening to just about all of my music. just 30 minutes past atlanta, ga, the car started to make a loud clicking noise. this was not good. pulled over and thought nothing of it, i can get through this. ....the car had burnt up all the oil and was drip dry. smoke fumed from the motor. got a tow and ended up staying at a best western eating papa johns.
money is already disappearing fast. it finally struck me that this was the last of Sandy the corolla.
my friends from florida came to get me that evening and stayed the night. ended up selling the car for $800. ate at a cracker barrel. drove to florida with all my stuff and partied that night. no one down there knows how to play king's cup or asshole or any card game. they are big on quarters and chandeliers.
florida was a blast. good friends, good shit. ate at a backyard burger. i want to write a letter to this state and bring that franchise here, along with waffle house and geico insurance.
i shot a pistol with high explosive shotgun shells. i saw a caged squirrel. i saw some really pretty girls. i saw my old korean church. i saw about a million hardees. i want a nintendo wii.
flew back on a one-way ticket that was severely overpriced. it was either that or renting a car or riding a bus (fuck both of that).
overall, the epiphany was made, and now i am here without:
-a car
-a job
-money
so the new life begins! smile.
as most of you may know, i went on a lengthened vacation to see my mother in VA and friends in FL. virginia sucks. there are only main roads to get to main places, no real alternate routes. it's quite boring; everyone is trying to promote their business, whether it be a new restaurant or a realty, everyone's involved in some sort of business and it's annoying. i slaved in the sweatshops of dry-cleaning and permanent presses, then drove long distances back and forth to drop clothes off for alterations.
i can feel the pain in my car. i also felt pain in life because of this growing pressure of just being there, with my sister in a disgruntled, spoiled, negative family. dinner time was always bitter because no one cared. that's when my proactiv solution stopped working and i got ugly. stress sucks, and so do cigarettes. if you smoke cigarettes, well, i'm sorry. make better choices, and stop twitching.
i ventured onto florida with fresh oil in my car, coasting to warmer weather. i was making great time and listening to just about all of my music. just 30 minutes past atlanta, ga, the car started to make a loud clicking noise. this was not good. pulled over and thought nothing of it, i can get through this. ....the car had burnt up all the oil and was drip dry. smoke fumed from the motor. got a tow and ended up staying at a best western eating papa johns.
money is already disappearing fast. it finally struck me that this was the last of Sandy the corolla.
my friends from florida came to get me that evening and stayed the night. ended up selling the car for $800. ate at a cracker barrel. drove to florida with all my stuff and partied that night. no one down there knows how to play king's cup or asshole or any card game. they are big on quarters and chandeliers.
florida was a blast. good friends, good shit. ate at a backyard burger. i want to write a letter to this state and bring that franchise here, along with waffle house and geico insurance.
i shot a pistol with high explosive shotgun shells. i saw a caged squirrel. i saw some really pretty girls. i saw my old korean church. i saw about a million hardees. i want a nintendo wii.
flew back on a one-way ticket that was severely overpriced. it was either that or renting a car or riding a bus (fuck both of that).
overall, the epiphany was made, and now i am here without:
-a car
-a job
-money
so the new life begins! smile.