As if one needed any more confirmation that the end times are fast approaching, I have encountered a previously unknown phenomenon - eighties music stations. Like going to McDonalds for cooking classes. Would prefer tooth extraction to listening to the Psychedelic Furs. Actually found some really first rate Austin Country stations today - Willie sang a song about having a puff!
I changed my frame of reference today by pulling off the interstate and onto the old road that went through all the little towns, 90. It was a monochromatic "Last Picture Show" look at Welmar, Flatonia, La Grange and really quite charming. Stood out front of a justice of the peace and constable's office. I took one or two shots and realized that I needed to eat up mileage and to do this properly would take a week so I boogied. Yeah, Yeah, Big Pussy, but it was a conservation of energy problem and I had to do a quick cost benefit analysis and truth be told I am not feeling all that arty. I have to admit that there was a lot of beauty to be encountered once I got off the 10.
I am in the middle of the god forsaken void now - blogging at a Texas rest stop near Sonora. I broke down and ate my first beef since June at a Texas Barbecue and it wasn't real good and didn't do my stomach any favors. Good bottle of Texas Frosty root beer, however.
I drove 15 hours yesterday and really feel it today - going to cut it short and stop in Fort Stockton, I think. Stopped in Boerne to see a few antique shops but the gay guys have left and it was all crap.
Well got to put on another 187 miles or so - thanks for tuning in!
2 comments:
oh man, you really been dissin' the Lone Star state, and now the
80's, what next? i know you're hurting, i feel your pain and all that, but still it's kind of a drag, tu sabes? vaya con Dios, companero....
You are right, as usual, Grumps - I have been unnecessarily morose. I am in Fort Stockton, a West Texas town that makes Needles look like Hyannis Port. Why do people end up in towns like this? Ya I know that it is cheap but so fucking depressing - I somehow feel a huge junkie population replete with pit bulls. I went driving around for a Dennies because I didn't trust anything - Leslie and I ate here 8 years ago - the worst meal of our lives - I ended up at a filthy Food Basket with produce all over the floor and bought a pumpkin pie. Will skedaddle at first light.
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