Well hello there. I'm in Lubbock now, at the most depressing Starbucks in the whole wide world. All this afternoon I was excited about settling into the best, seediest motel that $35 would buy and showering and writing this from there, while challenging myself not to think about what the linens would look like under a blacklight. Fancy motels are fun too, but there's something in me that really enjoys rented rooms that are also in-process crime scenes. Yeah yeah, this trip was supposed to be all about the camping, just me and my hammock and two stout trees and maybe a round or two of "Kumbayah" with some wandering folk singers, but the way of my people is to talk a big game about camping and then never do it, ever. Anyway at about 5:00
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