My room looks phenomenal. Big. Graciously welcoming. I still have trouble sleeping though. Weird thoughts like Bill Murray's rubber dick (?) keep me awake. I don't know why that was important, it wasn't important.
Ok, I know what this place is lacking. The drive for people to succeed. Ok, what bullshit, I've only been here a single weekend. And the business district was closed. So really, I don't know what I'm talking about. Its just...I never expected to see what I see here. To think this used to be the Confederate capital during the civil war, and its so....scene-ster now. Which is good, I mean its great, perfect, I fit right in with all the misfits. I become one of the head-turners, the hated hippies, another brick in the wall.
Fuck, I can't believe I'm here!
Here and constantly drunk on oj.