May 23, 2005

I wrote this almost five years ago and I was only reading Hunter S. Thompson at the time and doing a copious amount of drugs...


With my foot on the gas pedal and a blazing roach in my hand and the road in front of us, my only thought was “what the fuck?” No knowledge of where we were going except this vague idea of “Wal-Mart”, I was cursing the gods for making me the driver tonight. I am sitting next to the ungrateful generation's spawn.

Out of no where the child beside me was screaming like a fool, like a god damn puppet of some sort of scheme to capture the final memory of the promises that the idea of American handed out, or for some music, but his music was all dirty and I felt like shit. I think his tunes squealing in the car was the mixture of Alice in Chains and some other tunes produced in the early nineties that killed itself with neglect and drugs, which was all good but not whenever you can't comprehend the delicate process of driving.

I'm trying to make sense of situation and by now the car is all fogged out and those damn cop dogs could smell twenty-eight miles away. The smoke also hindered my poor vision. I needed an eye exam but I didn't want to pay those dogs any more than I had to. Driving trying to find this thing we all call WALMART, with little success of a possible outcome that didn't require cops. Oh God the paranoia is kicking in. When and where will we be caught, and please Lenny shut the hell up about fucking whatever, I must focus, oh shit there is a chick in my backseat.

We went to locations such as Inman, Campobello and other places and I don't really remember any of the shit that happen at those places but the chick in the backseat is ranting about some sort of 'hot' hickhiker. The only problem with this picture is that I am driving and should have seen this 'hot' hitchhiker with blonde hair. We turned around hitting some sort of dead thing in the road or hell I could just have made that one up, but in the end we found no hitchhiker 'hot' or not. Then we return to fucking LANDRUM, at least I know the cops there are dim.
A big circle we did. It doesn't make sense, we were going to WALMART not circles, but we were going in circles. I think thoughts of something pocessed me but I don't remember what they are or were so we won't mention it. Yeah the woman was controlling the puppet child, it was almost like a show, some sort of worn out sitcom from the early ninties.

Where is this fucking Walmart thing, do we even care about walmart right now, or has the leeches gotten hold of our thoughts because I was pretty horny for a sheep at that moment? Well it was hazy but I found Inman again, thus walmart could be found with what knowledge of the road that remains in my head. In to boiling springs we go, and then Walmart.
I don't remember walmart what so ever so I am going to make it up with mexicans and lesbians. Yeah in Walmart we were greeted by two very hot alien women from mars and they made out in front of us. I think Lenny had drop jaw and I felt like jerking off on those two alien bitches. I don't remember what the chick was doing, but she was doing something in reaction the sight that laid in front of us. Yeah chicks are hot, especially whenever that are eating each other out. I was hungry like a mother fucker and I needed some food for thought, especially when my thought was that of a four year old lesbian alien. I grabbed Lenny and the woman and we explored the store.

The store were filled with illegal immigrants from south of the border which is weird because there was only one van outside. It was Wal-Mart, the store for those that were lost and didn't know of anywhere better to be, especially at two or three in the morning. Products plagued the aisle, plagued my hands, plagued my wallet. Where the hell were we going and why the hell are the kids stealing. Fuck Lenny and his broad, those angry whores that leech off my penny. Well I hate young love, and I bet on the way back they'll squirt bodily fluids all in my bad seat. Goddamnit, can't I take one of these immigrants home with me instead of the people who make this fucking high. I can't take any more WAL MART.

I passed out in the middle of the store, I wake up in a KMart in Spartanburg with Lenny and his lady thing on the roof of West Gate Mall...

I believe there is a moral to the story... maybe, if the drugs didn't cloud my mind and made me oblivious to the whole morality thing. So there you go, nothing new and nothing old, and this will be Quincy's last dance with mary jane. If you can believe that. I sure can't.