Here at a rest stop with children. There are 'Emergency' post at interval areas around the grounds. What help would they really be if there were an actual emergency situation? EMTs wouldn't jump out of them like Dr. Who from the Tardis. If someone had a heart attack they would be dead by the time an ambulance arrived. Oh well.
James Brown says money won't change you. He was sorely mistaken. Just look at James Brown.
- 2 Hours Later -
I've still got four hours to go. I hope I don't get there late. I can't afford to piss Christy off. I have a bit of luck on my side however: she's fucking horny too. She doesn't play that 'I can go for a while' bull-shit like girls do, because she can't. It's a simple fact. That's not to say I could. I'm weak-willed like that. And a liar to boot. Everything I've said about my girlfriend is erroneous. She is a saint. Please.
Tim is back in action. Monday we will turn the key again and get the Skinny Pete machine back into gear. Liz is back to work and back to her smoking and drinking ways. I can tell the whole thing fucked Tim up, but I'm not sure Liz learned her lesson. Mortality isn't something one so young should take for granted. Eh - as long as everyone is happy, I suppose. Fries and burger done gone. Back to the road.
- 2 1/2 Hours Later -
Got a ticket. $168.00. The cop was very polite (Wisconsin), but he cost me a shit ton of money and twenty minutes off my road time. Quickest ticket I've ever been issued though. Also the third. More than likely, it will also be the last. I hate the mutha-fuckin' po-lice.
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