Fear and Loathing in Kentucky Part 1
-may 2, 10pm, currently at a loves
gas station somewhere in the dismal waste land between Louisville and
cincinnati. The road is completely
fucked, backed up for hours. Got off at
loves exit, many others had the same idea.
So many people just hanging out and chatting, it's a bit lively
actually. Random assortment of people
here. Fat asian guy to my right drinking
two cartons on milk. Kind of hot girl,
the kind of hot that comes from working out a lot. Black dude with three foot dreds.Odd
juxstoposition of music - alternates from backstreet boys and james
morrison. In the right pissed off/
relieved state to enjoy this. Prognosis
- not god, slipping closer and closer towards the edge....
Lost most of what I wrote because my
shit bb crashed again. Two police cars
pulled up. Its over.
UPS guy and a family, probably
homeless next to me. Probably I've in
there car. Father told his kids that he
bought them honey buns to eat the next morning.
That's sad. This place and this
night keep getting weirder. I really
need to get home or get some sleep. I'm.
Teetering on the edge.
Just walked outside. There are a bunch of fat white trash girls
fighting over something at the pump. One
girl just slapped the other girl. Now
the other girl is talking about how the other one is to be on jail. And the whole time the loud speaker is urging
people to move on and remain calm in an orderly fashion. Maybe I should rethink my opposition to
reality television and soap operas. This
is quite entertaining. What has become
of me. Why is this place making me
question how I think and how I love my life.
Fear and loathing in Kentucky.
Crazy. Five people to my left
watching. Its a speckle. One guy is running up with his phone to
record it. Am I off the edge. What has happened here tonight? Now the police are booking the two girls, I'm
sure diabetes will do the rest. Better
get back on the road. Nothing better
than driving when you've gone off the edge.
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