September 2011
5 posts
The (road to) Atlanta Diaries - The madness at the...
It’s called The Outhouse. The name is fitting. It’s a big shack in the middle of nowhere that looks like a place you’d want to take a shit in the middle of the night. There’s a large man standing outside that makes sure you’re at least 18, but after that there are pretty much no rules.
Sure, there are general societal rules like don’t kill anyone, but as far as general establishment rules, there...
The (road to) Atlanta Diaries - Kansas
This place sucks. It fucking sucks. This is not God’s country. It’s a giant shit stain upon the United States of America and should be thusly wiped from it. (I had a conversation with a friend about the word “thusly” recently and while I’m not particularly fond of using it in general, that’s the right way and I wanted to give a nod to her.)
In the interest of full disclosure I will readily admit...
The (road to) Atlanta Diaries - Denver part 1...
Denver was great. I mean, it’s the greatest city in the world, so how could it possibly not be great? I’m always amazed and simultaneously depressed that Colorado is located betwixt such shitty states on all sides. It makes driving in that much better and that much worse. Seriously, Nebraska, Utah, Kansas, Wyoming, New Mexico, Oklahoma and the tip of Arizona (which is actually not that bad). And...
The brilliance of Kanye West
I’m in a Coffee Bean in Phoenix listening to All of the Lights by Kanye West. I got into an argument with my cousin last night about it. My cousin Tunde is one of about five people on planet earth I will actually argue with about hip hop.
SIDE NOTE: I’m trying really hard to never end sentences with prepositions. I just rewrote the above sentence to not end it with a preposition. It’s something I...
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The Atlanta Diaries (about)
I’m on something of a road trip. For the next few weeks I will be driving from Los Angeles to Atlanta and taking the very long way. Because I drive a 1998 Mitsubishi Mirage with a 1.5 litre engine and 27 horsepower (estimated), I chose to avoid traveling through the mountains. I’m also taking the long way because I need to stop in Denver to pick up a traveling companion and because I refuse to...
