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rwxyeah, so luning, NV. I'm at the flying j. wireless is good, but not very fast, so I'm going to keep this brief. I picked Jeff up.
He's still coming down hard from some party he was at last night. I mean, really hard -- eyes rolling, he keeps talking about squares and cubes rolling past when he closes his eyes. Sounds like acid. It's made for something of a bad trip, so to speak. Also, my laptop's keyboard is crap. Very annoying to type as I don't have normal use of the left arrow key. Jeff's house is all messed up. Bunch of bullet holes in the walls, weird designs spraypainted on the inside of the front door. It is sort of a trailer trash / occultist / college professor look. At any rate, he's been pretty freaky, worried about Siobn though.
Strange encounter with the guy who runs this shop. I tried to find out whether the sausages he was serving were pork or not. I'll eat a pork sausage in a pinch, but I don't like to, and won't eat beef. He wasn't very clear about it, and was more confused about jewish dietary practices than I would have thought possible in america. So, he's crazy and vaguely threatening.
Actually, this whole town is boring and sucking. There is a diner on the outside of town, that we're going to go to for lunch, given the completely unsatisfactory nature of the roadside food in this part of the world. I miss the east coast, where there are lots of roy rogers and sbarros and similar. Here it's all indian tacos and old men with dubious sausage.
going to get Jeff and head out. hopefully things will start to get more entertainiing. couldn't get Siobn in the phone here or in Reno. Using a 7-11 phone card because there's no cel reception in this wacky outbacky.
He's still coming down hard from some party he was at last night. I mean, really hard -- eyes rolling, he keeps talking about squares and cubes rolling past when he closes his eyes. Sounds like acid. It's made for something of a bad trip, so to speak. Also, my laptop's keyboard is crap. Very annoying to type as I don't have normal use of the left arrow key. Jeff's house is all messed up. Bunch of bullet holes in the walls, weird designs spraypainted on the inside of the front door. It is sort of a trailer trash / occultist / college professor look. At any rate, he's been pretty freaky, worried about Siobn though.
Strange encounter with the guy who runs this shop. I tried to find out whether the sausages he was serving were pork or not. I'll eat a pork sausage in a pinch, but I don't like to, and won't eat beef. He wasn't very clear about it, and was more confused about jewish dietary practices than I would have thought possible in america. So, he's crazy and vaguely threatening.
Actually, this whole town is boring and sucking. There is a diner on the outside of town, that we're going to go to for lunch, given the completely unsatisfactory nature of the roadside food in this part of the world. I miss the east coast, where there are lots of roy rogers and sbarros and similar. Here it's all indian tacos and old men with dubious sausage.
going to get Jeff and head out. hopefully things will start to get more entertainiing. couldn't get Siobn in the phone here or in Reno. Using a 7-11 phone card because there's no cel reception in this wacky outbacky.
