LAST DAY

Winston-Salem’s collective fucked-upedness had us waking in a strange mood only encouraged by the threatening gaze of the drug-dealer who pulled up into the parking lot as we packed our car. We noticed this in other towns a lack of integration and blending of cultures which all too often seems to result in a diminished community, and mostly in the larger cities. Glad we didn’t get shot we tried to find a place to eat, but Sundays in the South can be pointless it seems, with Jesus running the show. We decided to leave the sadness and make towards Raleigh, ending up in some small town with an honest-to-god local diner, which have been as hard to find as skeptical inquiry in these parts.

So much to choose from and so inexpensive, so I ordered everything. A basket of five fresh buttermilk biscuits came with the eggs which was honestly a little overkill, but they were kind of evil in that once you ate one you pretty much gave into their plan to get you fat.

Too many carbs and hotter than the days before I felt like shit and later had trouble breathing putting on my shoes when we returned the car. Probably a mix of the heat and food, but I felt awful all the way home. The heat wave in the West started to come East. Can’t say I was delighted to back. A haze hung in the air—a welcome home.