LA (lower Alabama)

I am losing my road warrior edge. I sputtered into this motel in Dothan, Alabama rather than press on for two and a half more hours to get home. Forget it. I lucked out though, because I made it here in time to catch the American Country Awards.

The secret password that gets you onto the hand-cranked 28.8 bps internet is jakes which is obviously a sign. I think this is a good hideout for my alter-ego to write a little bit about his alter-ego (my third ego?)

I can’t believe I stopped. I feel like a nine-fingered shop teacher.


5 Responses to LA (lower Alabama)

  1. Nope, I wouldn’t sleep in a bed 4000 other people have done their “hotel stuff” in knowing my bed is only a couple hours away.

    ’cause I’ve searched the world over and thought I found clean sheets,
    but I’ve got a blacklight and pffft, there are none.

  2. Well, now, Magnum, stick close to home and don’t do any serious travelin’ in the Third World if you’re not up to a hotel bed in this country.