I was driving through town today just to get out of the house when I noticed a good old boy standing in his driveway checking out my truck, so I pulled in. I thought he was just appreciating my ride but he walked up to me and started bitching about how loud my truck is.

I'm really despising this little southern town I live in and I need to get the hell out of here. This is not my first incident with southern inhospitality, there have been many, trust me. Man, I don't know what it is but I feel like a duck out of water.

I have two friends here, my married friend Crissinda and my married friend Daniel. Crissinda and I text often but only see each other rarely. Daniel and I see each other daily but he drives me crazy often.

My cat's on her last legs, I love her dearly, and I'm sticking around for her. Otherwise I would leave all of this physical shit behind and hit the road. Throw some clothes and my electronics in the back of my truck and road trip until I die...