I. Have. No. Words.
I didn’t make it 40 miles from the house before I had to stop for gas in the glamorous town of Paris TX.
Aren’t you impressed with all that glitz?
While I was paying for gas, I couldn’t resist the breakfast of champions.
That’s right. Metallica + Donut Sticks = the breakfast of champions.
I passed through the megalopolis of Shreveport, which is always so depressing.
It was over fast.
Just east of Vicksburg, I20 passes through a slightly primeval looking bit of forest.
Then I found myself in the middle of the Talladega forest.
The Atlanta skyline and traffic always make my heart sing.
That wasn’t sarcasm. I may hate driving, but I come alive in Atlanta traffic.
Side note: hell, if I didn’t, I’d get killed dead as hell for sure. I learned to really drive in Atlanta traffic.
Entirely too many hours, cheetos, Donut Sticks, & Starbucks doubles hots later, I’m at mom’s. Calling a cinnabon dinner. Because that’s how I adult.