Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Day 1

Day 1
It's now almost 11pm, we headed out on foot down Highway 74 toward I-85 at about 6am. Around 2pm Mesh was able to pick up a Radio station out of Atlanta. Thank the lord of those big hills. We learned that Zach himself was in Atlanta showing Garden State the night before. It would have been a much easier trip to Atlanta. But not as fun.

After a lot of miles on foot and few miles in a few different cars here we are. Where is here? Right now I am sitting at a Waffle House in Murfreesboro, TN. Right out side of Nashville. Not as far as I hoped we would be but not a bad place to land. At least we got out of NC.
 
The windows in this place is really starting to water, like the pages on the Garden State website.
Mesh is sitting across from me. Very full from his Bert's Sausage Melt Plate. Who the hell is Bert anyway? Anyway, Mesh got us a place to stay for free tonight. A tucker drive named Yetter has a nice cab he isn't using. Seem Yetter comes to this part of town every 3 months. When he does he parks his rig behind the Waffle House's lot and he and Betty the waitress heads to her place. What they do there, is anyone's guess.

Right next to me is a huge window, outside car's are flying up I-24. I wonder who is inside some of these cars. What their story is, where they are headed at this time of night. Are the happy? Sad? Coming back home or running away.

17.89, that's the cost for two of us to eat at this place. A little high if you ask me for the food we got. Then again it is better than paying $4.50 for two drink's, and O'Henry and Mars like we had for lunch. It's been a fun day. Shocking at how nice everyone we have meet has been. My feet hopes that we find a lot of nicer people tomorrow. Walking kills you man, no doubt about that. Who ever said walk is good for you, didn't walk 109miles in 90 degrees.

We may get a little behind on time cause Mesh wants to look up his old high school flame. She lives somewhere in Tulsa. Normally I would tell him to forget her but he's at a cross road in his life. A fork in the road you could say. He's been married for the last six years, he was married that is, until May 25th. His wife, ex-wife, took off. He had nothing in his house when he got home from work. Nothing but a bag of dry peanuts, three cans of Coke, and the cruelest Dear John letter you have ever read. She called him every name in the book. Shallow I believe is one of the words she used.

This trip is what he needs. He doesn't see that right now but he will. We both need it. This is just day 1 of a long journey. This is just the beginning......

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