Drunk Driving America
I own a 27ft trailer. I am a comet of doom on the interstate.
The book is going well. The thrust of the book, as I was told by a lovely old drunk at The Bridge Tender, is the in sustainability of driving drunk, driving with increasing gas prices and ergo the death of wild youthful road trip in America.
I agreed.
Someone out there remembers a certain roadtrip that began with a trip to the liquor store in The Villas NJ. We bought a half gallon of whiskey and several bottles of wine. That managed to get us to Arkansas. Then there was the terrible DT's Oklahoma where the friendly roadside turtle was omen of doom. Arizona found us drunk and weeping with no where to go. Imagine that! No where to go on the great plateau! There's only one way to go and that's down. And down we went.
Effexor and the mighty Columbia, there's still a vomit stain on Annies Strip club from the end of that mighty journey.
The book is going well. The thrust of the book, as I was told by a lovely old drunk at The Bridge Tender, is the in sustainability of driving drunk, driving with increasing gas prices and ergo the death of wild youthful road trip in America.
I agreed.
Someone out there remembers a certain roadtrip that began with a trip to the liquor store in The Villas NJ. We bought a half gallon of whiskey and several bottles of wine. That managed to get us to Arkansas. Then there was the terrible DT's Oklahoma where the friendly roadside turtle was omen of doom. Arizona found us drunk and weeping with no where to go. Imagine that! No where to go on the great plateau! There's only one way to go and that's down. And down we went.
Effexor and the mighty Columbia, there's still a vomit stain on Annies Strip club from the end of that mighty journey.
posted by Bloodnock at 1:42 PM
2 Comments:
Angie was HERE!
Yuh-huh, I was!
yes i remember. is drunk driving america a collaborative piece? shall i pen my side of the story?
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