Still driving through this crazy place, still folloowing the naked girl sillihoutee on the mud flaps of the truck and wondering if there was an actual model fort those.
TRW here.....asking why me? Because I'm suppose to learn something. The Kid is laughing at these sites. He's never seen this stuff. I point it out, and The Kid gawks...and I don't blame him.
Rustic stick fences, made out of the trees that were cut down so they could make the fence and have acres of weeds. Somewhere there's a good reason there, but I doubt it. Acres upon acres of land on both sides of this 2 lane road, and I'm still driving in the opposite way of the highway. The land is dotted by a house or a shack here and there or a little toe head running about.
So I drive with my knee and write these words. Dangerous? It depends I suppose. I can drive perfect with my knees. If you can't then don't do it!
Kickin it in cracker toe head central, that's right I'm down with the FL whitey clan (for now).
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