The sane thing to do would be to pull over Aaron – It’s not a good idea to drive past 4 am. You’re talking to your dog right now and he would go along with anything you want to do. You know that. You also know that its time to pull over and go nite-nite. If you find yourself openly arguing with your “other-half” outside of a Shell gas station at 3:45 am – the jig is up. It’s time for some nosh and some rest.
IT WOULDN’T MAKE SENSE – Besides – you’re already home. You live on wheels now. They go round and round. Stop being a little bitch and get yourself some Waffle House.
It Doesn’t Matter Where™, South Carolina
It’s usually the last exit before unconsciousness for me. It’s about twenty minutes before wrapping my van around a big ass pine-tree. Theres a Motel 6 right off I95 wherever I keep ending up in South Carolina. Whether I am traveling North or South – there it is. The same town. Or are they different?
It’s always around 3-4 am – I can remember some of the same faces, but nothing more than that. I swear people have told me the name of this place ten times and still don’t know it. Best to keep it that way, wouldn’t want all the tourists showing up crowding the place after they read my blog. I take a left.
WAFFLE HOUSE – 178 Locations in South Carolina & Growing
Just down the road is a Waffle House and when times are tough – it’s time for a steak sandwich. It usually gives me enough juice to find a spot and shut down. Smell gets his treat and I shut the rear van doors and I am staggering towards the smell of greatness. There are three people working and two of us at the high-top. How is this place open? How is this place open?
4 am is that point in time where I know that I should go to bed, but I am riding a wave if numbness you can’t get with prescription drugs. You can stave it off with black coffee or induce that sensational feeling by eating something sweet and gravitating towards a flat slumber on a giant soft bed. 4 am is my time to shine, sometimes but not often.
The waitress takes my order I think? At this hour I don’t know if she remembers. Her name is Anne. She listens to a lot of pod casts and we trade some names of comedians that we both like. She was born here, she lives here. You don’t ask why or how – you just roll with it. I can’t imagine the feeling of getting up each night to clock into a Waffle House just before the bars close. She wants to do comedy and be a comedian but with two jobs it’s tough just practicing her bits.
She’s dragging-ass to this place each day to make enough bucks for the next. Anne if you are reading this blog, I know that you can do it 🙂
Unconscious, South Carolina™ – or slightly conscious.
South Carolina is a place to raise a child on your own while working in a plastics factory because you were born there. It doesn’t matter where you are, you can feel the difference. Something about the way people carry themselves in these parts. They’re still living in the 90’s and Y2K hasn’t quite hit yet.
In South Carolina, caassette tapes and DVD’s still hold value. People may have let-go, but they haven’t given up. It has that extra splash of “I let go of the idea of leaving five years ago”. It’s a doom & gloom feeling that I don’t get in some other states. It’s not your fault if you were born here – but they need you to keep the town open while you are alive. Keeping the town open is crucial, especially at a moment in time like this.
I had already filled up on diesel, purchased coffee and was waiting on a greasy hot stake sandwich. I was high on the hog. Smell didn’t know it but he was lined up for a King sized bed at the Motel 6 so he can sploot diagonally. ($67 per night w/ tax).
South Carolina got $300 of my dollars. But Anne got 1/3 of it 🙂
She can use that towards rent or possibly a plane-ticket to get the fuck out. Do it now Anne!!! Do it while you are still respectively hot… especially if there is some hope left inside of you to venture outward and beyond. If there is in fact a spark left inside of you, get the fuck out.
FYI – Her name is not really Anne but if you’re reading this because you kept my card thanks
– Aaron, You got a lot done shut the fuck up and go to bed.
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