Looks like I'm off to wander the wild roads of America and Canada once more. I'm off to go and work for a shitty company out of WI that I will more than likely hate. I'll be making shitty wages and treated like a number. At least I'll have some health insurance so that when this job gives me a heart attack I'll be covered. Take care everyone! No idea when I'll be back home again.
Those chicanas still need a contact number for their child support... I know you were only out here for a week, but I've got two dozen of the bitches nagging me for your number with that same ol' "Mi baby daddy" story...
I'm back home again. At least for two days. I spent two days in Atlanta with absolutely nothing to do. Maybe I should have called Rhonda and received 550. As for squirrels.... I have one living in my kitchen. He's been here since he was a baby. Guess thats about a year now. His name is Baby and he's a stinkpot. Someone come get this damn squirrel from me. Please.
Being out on the road gives you a certain freedom, like a pirate or a titanic survivor in a dingy. The world is yours.
call me anytime brutha. I've always got my phone on me. Right now I'm off to Dwaine's terrotory. Gotta hit Goldsboro and Selma before heading to SC on Tuesday. Then do some shit in charelston and come back home. In my mind I'm gone to Carolinaaaaa...... Can't see the sunshine? Can't you just feel the moonshine....and Ain't it just like a friend of mine... To hit me from behind? And I'm gone to Carolina In my Mind.
Anytime I hear the song, Trucker's Atlas, I think of you. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WXF7YzpZKQ I'm going to Colorado to unload my head I'm going to New York City and that's in New York,friends I'm going to Arizona sex on the rocks all warm and red and we bled and the writing in stall said "we write our maps in the stalls" I'm going up to Alaska I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free and we all did This truckers atlas roads the ways the freeways and highways don't know The buzz from the bird on my dash Road locomotive phone I don't feel and it feels great I sold my atlas by the freight stairs I do lines and I crossed roads I crossed the lines of all the great state roads I'm going up going over to Montana You got yourself a trucker's atlas You knew you were all hot, well Maybe you'll go and blow a gasket Start at the northwest corner Go down through California beeline you might drive three days and three nights to the tip of Florida Do you speak the lingo? Oh No. No no How far does your road? Oh no, you don't know I'm going to Colorado to unload my head I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends I'm going up to Alaska I'm going to get off scot-fucking-free And we all did And the writing in the salt syas We ride on out to the stars I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and red
