That's us. Yah. The one's in the reflection. We kept a log of our road travel and I guess I'll post that:12:45pm - We embark towards Austin.
2:40 - Halfway Point: We passed the town of Hearne, TX. Many crabcake eating slobber knockers seem to fancy travelling down HWY 79...skunks love that road too. We smoked all their bum asses and passed through the shoulder.
3:20 - Stop to pee and for some good icecream. Joab had a bomb-pop. Rusty ate a drumstick.
Roughly 4:30 - We made it to Austin. We travelled down the streets looking at all the indied-out people. We slowly began getting sucked into the cultural whirlpool and slowly grew our locks and tore our clothing--it's just indie that way.
5:45 - We arrive at Motel 6 and meet a band member staying there named Max. His band's name escapes me, but they are playing tonight at some bar on 4th and Neches. *shrug* He was cool. He allowed Joab the chance to sample his music. Joab thought it was decent. We gave them a Vagabondsq.com card. ;)
6:00 - We clock into Motel 6. Fat lady at the counter is lying. She conned me into staying there. She was friendly.
7:00 - We come to Burger King and eat, blog and chat. Good deal!
More to come...
1 comment:
You boys stay away from those hookers. They might promise a good time but they only leave you with a burning sensation when you pee after you wake up in the alley with a black eye and robbed. Then you will have to go to the doctor with the thick Indian accent that you can barely understand, where he will tell you that you have gonorrhea. You'll now have to then tell your wife about the hooker. When you do your wife will then divorce you and take the children. Thats ok, your wife was a bitch anyway. Maybe hookers arnt so bad.....
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