Given that Halloween is coming, here is a mixed bag of goodies from yesterday.  Taxi to Sam’s town Casino in Shreveport 25.00 bucks each way. No five cent keno or omaha or even limit poker…bummer oh well. Then to the cafe to eat. Our waiter is from Beijing “yes I’m going to blow him away with my newly learn Mandarin” I asked for “Nemung bing shui” lemon water.  I get a big “huh?” I received my dish he asks “how is it ?” I reply “Kekuo” (delicious) “too cold?” “No its delicious”. Well I better hit the tapes again. Upon return home to the Petro truck stop we buy some water and the tv is on world series  San Francisco Giants vs KC Royals  and small talk ensued. I ask the tall nice gentleman at counter “Who ya For? ” “Kansas I guess they haven’t won” I pipe in trying to let the locals know this fender bender knows a thing or two. “Ya 29 years” he says he knows people in KC “so Ya I’ll pick the Royals” I said the only person I know in Kansas City is Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Everybody laughs because it’s late and we are all tired but more likely my faux pas. I know I know Kansas City Missouri and the state of Kansas ARE two different places. Oh well note to self. I just liked that everyone was laughing.

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Can you imagine a road dawg’s rite of passage includes staying a seedy motel. Well I did and boy was I on alert. I see a police officer at a fast food drive thru. I ask “how’s this place? You know it’s bad when someone answer with a question.  “How long you stayin?” One night “oh you’ll be okay” this place is known for dope according to the officer  That’s just great I was going to lay out by the pool and read. Got a little reassurance from desk clerk who was counting out a mountain of change telling a  guest holding a cardboard sign “You’re short again I’ll cover the rest”.  But the piece de resistance happened when  this gal looks in to offer her company not knowing I was in the room. She saw the legs of the driver and decided that door left ajar was an invitation.   Man this is some crazy joint.  I could handle the homeboy veterano on his bike circling his territory riding in between the 53 foot long trucks staring hard when I was getting a drink. It was the gal that scared me because she  partially entered the room until she heard a bellowed “NO”. All I’m thinking is “man I am losing my edge” situations like these didn’t scare me as much as before,  now I just wanna get some shut  eye and in the morning get the hell out of the Easy Eight.

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The number of days it takes to get from one coast to another. Not bad although there are guys who do it less time, two and a half or 3 days and they brag about it. I just wanna be safe and what’s the rush. The road is where I do a lot of thinking the deep soulful kind. I pair this with cabin fever which presents itself in many ways some I’m not proud of. I will pick a small fight hoping the slim adrenaline rush gets us an extra seventy to a hundred miles closer and more awake or how many states will this fly travel thru before he/she flies out or dies?  Plus this time  we have  the CB which just made its debut thank goodness.  Finally leaving for Florida tomorrow. Or as the Cubana say “Flor rida”.

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