Saturday, November 25, 2006

(By Way of Explanation)

"I'm going to post Montana next, for my own reasons. Then, perhaps, the rest of the driving trip.

And then, perhaps, I think I'll rest a little.

By making my brother write for me."

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Brunswick, Georgia

I pulled in to the Mini Mart in Brunswick Georgia reeking of 10 dollar whiskey. "Beef jerky," I said. "And don't skimp on the beef."
If you look at a map of Georgia, Brunswick is probably on it, if it is big enough. The town is built on, let's say, stilts. This might be hard to picture for you, and if it's that hard to picture, then just imagine how hard it is to describe. It's pretty hard. I'm not going to do it.
When I was in Brunswick, which I was, because I am Mario, I was most struck by how great it was to not be in Florida. Man, Florida. What a shithole. And it looks like a wang.
All in all, I'd give Georgia a C+.