Well, hi y'all. My travels have brought me to the lovely town that is called 'Franklin'. It's neither a town, nor lovely, and I live about 3 miles from it. I was previously in a place called 'Cartersville', and that was at least large enough to have a bar or some. (I discovered "Longhorns". Those ribs are kickarse.)
So, yes: It's Georgia with all its shitty roads with holes bigger than a prairie dog barking (stop that shit!) It's a fucking hole. I mean the state. The people are kind, caring and considerate. Racist as fuck, mainly (it's a hobby), and they like to shoot stuff. Mainly guns. At random times and places. I wouldn't be surprised if JFK wasn't killed in downtown Marietta, and then replaced with a southern Democrat to ensure racism continues.
I'm moving again. To bring you up to speed, I got divorced. Nothing exotic, no-one else involved. Just a dissolution of interests. That said, I hope to go back there, because my brain is about to fall out of my ears with all this fucking stupidity. I'd rather be unhappy in a city, than fucking miserable surrounded by inbred motherfucking rednecks who will give you the flea-ridden shirt of their back, as long as you can say 'MAGA'. (The signs are still out, here. And they still believe.)
I got to the outskirts of Atlanta, and it was like 'civilisation'. I saw a bus.
The slightly better than bad news, is, I've written a book. (Technically, it's my second, but the first one didn't count.) It's about 350 pages, and has words. Mainly about Waffle House (although I've changed the name to Huddle House!), and about irrelevant interactions. It's shite, so don't worry, it won't get published.
I'd never seen an armadillo before, I didn't realise they were so squishy.
(I'm happy to be back. I missed you all. I will try to add stuff where required, and keep up to date with the mundane thread etc. I can add stuff about Georgia politics, but tbh, it's fucking insane.)
So, yes: It's Georgia with all its shitty roads with holes bigger than a prairie dog barking (stop that shit!) It's a fucking hole. I mean the state. The people are kind, caring and considerate. Racist as fuck, mainly (it's a hobby), and they like to shoot stuff. Mainly guns. At random times and places. I wouldn't be surprised if JFK wasn't killed in downtown Marietta, and then replaced with a southern Democrat to ensure racism continues.
I'm moving again. To bring you up to speed, I got divorced. Nothing exotic, no-one else involved. Just a dissolution of interests. That said, I hope to go back there, because my brain is about to fall out of my ears with all this fucking stupidity. I'd rather be unhappy in a city, than fucking miserable surrounded by inbred motherfucking rednecks who will give you the flea-ridden shirt of their back, as long as you can say 'MAGA'. (The signs are still out, here. And they still believe.)
I got to the outskirts of Atlanta, and it was like 'civilisation'. I saw a bus.
The slightly better than bad news, is, I've written a book. (Technically, it's my second, but the first one didn't count.) It's about 350 pages, and has words. Mainly about Waffle House (although I've changed the name to Huddle House!), and about irrelevant interactions. It's shite, so don't worry, it won't get published.
I'd never seen an armadillo before, I didn't realise they were so squishy.
(I'm happy to be back. I missed you all. I will try to add stuff where required, and keep up to date with the mundane thread etc. I can add stuff about Georgia politics, but tbh, it's fucking insane.)
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