Atlanta:
I just heard on the TV news that a rabid raccoon attacked pets and a boy, and the good people of Atlanta are up in arms. After over eight hours of driving, I am in pain. The past two nights I've been sleeping on my stomach because my butt hurts from sitting so long in the car. I'm finally feeling fully and fiercely fatigued after three weeks on the road. My sister tells me I'd make a fantastic long distance trucker. A couple more weeks and I'll be home, probably to stay in bed for a week.
Speaking of fatigue, I set my alarm today for 6am, but I couldn't get up. Before I knew it, the time was 9:30am. I was supposed to reach Atlanta earlier and avoid the city's infamous traffic. And whaddya know? I arrived spot on to experience a two-highway bumper-to-bumper mess. Did I mention I was still surrounded by trees? I'll shut up and stop complaining now since I had a terrific dinner of bread & Cheez Whiz and my stomach's officially become a hollow cadaverous cave.
Atlanta looked pretty good in my estimation even though the cityscape was a bit hazy. Can't wait to see Richard Meier's architecture tomorrow. I stopped by downtown to dodge traffic. As I parked to call motels for the best price, a homeless guy started rapping my window. He had a stack of stained photocopied pictures of Jesse Jackson, Michael Jackson and what have you. I kept telling him I was on the phone, but he didn't seem to listen. He just kept on rapping. I lowered my window and said, "Look, mister, I'm not interested. I'm calling here," and rolled up the window again. He left.
As I was driving away, I glanced back at the man wearing a bright yellow vest and futzing around with his bicycle. For some odd reason I felt...are you ready for this again...guilty. Maybe he just wanted to show me something. Ah well, I was really too tired to think further on it.
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