I don’t have mile by mile memories like I usually do. It’s all sort of one giant emotional dump.
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I've never understood this particular line of carnival barker and must say, the man about a half mile up the road who was holding a "John 3:16" sign and yelling in happy, non-confrontational tone, "God is good!" had a much better marketing plan.
I contemplated kicking him in the Nathan Sack.
Mile Three: A ginger held open the door to the porta-john for me. They do have souls.
A band begins to play, "I walk along the avenue" as I down a water and side belch. I take another cup, swish, and spit as he sings, "I never met a girl like you..."
Never before had the ritual involved guilt.