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TUESDAY
got up. got some Hardee’s breakfast. mailed the first postcard back to the hub and got on the road by 10:00am. got phone messages from karen and don saying how sad they were that we were gone... but to me it still feels like we’re just on vacation... ive never gone anywhere and not gone back. gonna go look at the scenery some more since soon there will be nothing to look at but corn and sky. 
stopped in Nashville for lunch and because joey wanted to do some touristy things... but it proved impossible to move stuff out of johnny’s car so we could tool around town. plus it was hot and we didnt have any place cool to leave the cats (who were already pissed off as it was). we pulled over at what we thought was a mall but it was really a deserted office park/river front area. total No-ville. we back tracked to a Wendy’s by the highway and almost got the truck stuck in a tiny ass parking lot. finally found a spot in Hayden Park right in the middle of the ghetto. walked past a group of old men who had nothing better to do in the middle of a Tuesday than sit on a picnic table and smoke cigars. ate our Wendy’s in the park and got to watch the local track team jog by several times (a gaggle of tight bodied african-american high school girls swearing at their coach under their breath). 
almost got lost trying to get out of nashville because there was no re entrance ramp near Hayden. we had to wind the truck thru some sketchy ass neighborhoods to find one. im sure our “San Diego” sign looked a little out of place. drove and drove and drove... well joey did at least. ill take over tomorrow. stopped a few times at some truck stops and pulled over just outside Memphis for the night. got a place at the “Relax Inn” which made the Budget Inn look like the Taj Mahal. “Relax” must be what they tell you to do when you go into the office to complain about how shitty their motel is. here’s the low-down: thick, acrid smokey smell, a table missing two legs being held up by the AC unit. 3 hard-as-brick, cot-like single beds. reading lights (or light rather since one was entirely missing from the wall) that didnt work anyway. a TV with someone’s name written on the back and a remote that didnt work. a filthy stained chair. a bath tub full of cigarette burns. a cracked toilet and the following crime scene as i have pieced together from the holes in the wall. 
someone was hiding in the bathroom and someone else kicked the door open (thus the kick-high, boot-shaped hole in the bathroom door and the door knob shaped hole in the bathroom wall). the hiding person may have charged the person at the door and must have been violently shoved backwards only to trip on the lip of the tub and go crashing into the shower wall (as is evident by the large head and shoulder shaped crack in the shower fiberglass). there also seemed to be some dark, mystery stains on some of the walls, the origin of which i am reluctant to consider. we were going to go out and try to find some redneck bar closer to memphis and pick up some tight pant wearing, white trash girls but we were too tired. instead we got some Lt Miller double stacks from the Exxon next door and read comics and watched TV until we passed out. |