Cross-country move, Part II
Posted on August 9th, 2007 by fizzle in Randomness
Day 2, Tuesday July 31st 2007, 9:08am. 128 Miles east of Flagstaff, I-40 East, 78 Degrees.
What a fucking great night of sleep I had. We must have got a free upgrade to the deluxe sweet, which included the sounds of Flagstaff to help you have an enjoyable night at the luxurious Motel 6. The sounds of flagstaff you ask? Well, of course the big fucking train that goes, literally, right between the two beds, roughly every 27 minutes. There must have been a truck too close to the tracks EVERY single time or something, because the engineer or conductor or train fuckin operator or whatever theyre called, was blowing that horn like it was the only thing in his job description. Jesus christ. We woke up around 6am, I went out for a smoke in my t-shirt and shorts and my testicles quickly jumped up to my ears, it was just about -28 degrees. I hotboxed that shit so I could get my nicotene levels back up so I wouldn’t throw small children at the walls, and we walked over to McDonalds. Why is it that McDonalds doesn’t have a bacon, egg, and cheese MUFFIN? The biscuits are fucking nasty, but I dig the muffins. Put that shit on a muffin, jack. Have any of you ever had McDonalds coffee? Well I hope you never do. I took one swig of it, spit it all over the sidewalk, and quickly dumped the rest out. I was pissed, that dirtwater cost me like a buck fifty. (more…)
