March 10, 2004
bottom of the country
3/10/04
The Desert Southwest is a deeply creepy place. I'm writing to you from a Flying J outside Phoeniz, AZ and it's warm and bizarre. Tessa and I are frazzled beyond belief and hope to have a warm reception in the Los Angeles basin. Right now, even a double soy latté with hazelnut syrup is hard pressed to keep my synapses firing.
What I want to know is: why did two truckers just give me the finger?
they gave you the finger because they read your blog.
Man. There is a car parked just outside my work building that has a bumper sticker that reads, "Do your country a favor: SHOOT A LIBERAL". Wanna know the best part? The fucker is parked in a HANDICAPPED PARKING PLACE! And yes, I checked, no handicap decal in the window.
Fool.
Maybe those two mother-truckers are just trying to "drive you crazy" or just fuck with you. Truckers mind-fuck you. That's what they do. God speed and safe travel.
Nah! Brother Trucker was just trying to cheer y'all up.
In the West, that gesture means something between "good luck" and "I love you." Flash it to one and all, and feel the love spread. No really, try it and see!
For some reason, Ian, it looks as if you're trying really hard to say "Cathcart Towers Hotel."