From EB (Never Trust a Man with Directions)
We hit the road on the 20th at 7am. Our destination - Columbus, Ohio. If we made it to Columbus that day then on Tuesday it would be a 7 1/2 hour drive to Syracuse. I didn’t want to drive more than 8 hours on Tuesday. I wanted to get to the hotel in Syracuse, have time to find the dorm and enough time to eat dinner and have a fucking beer. That’s what I wanted, dammit.
We were on the road to Memphis TN and stopped to get gas and a couple greasy breakfast sandwiches. We both avoided heart attacks by a skosh. A skosh! It was close, y’all. We coulda been dead before we even hit Tennessee.
Because Thomas wasn’t about to give up his nocturnal, internet habits, he fell asleep right away. We crossed the Mississippi river. I love crossing the Mississippi river. It’s thrilling. I was thrilled anyway. It’s a short thrill. It lasts about 30 seconds. But what a 30 second party that is.
We’re well on the way to Nashville when Thomas wakes up and asks how far it is until Memphis. He fell asleep again. We make it past Nashville. I have to say, Tennessee is quite a lovely state particularly northern and eastern TN. I like the whole scenery thing, so I was enjoying that drive.
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