Day Twenty Eight....

Much like Day Twelve.....

......I shoulda realised that there'd be days like this....part deux.

Woke up at The Desert Hills Motel in Hobbs, NM to a POUNDING noise (that, for once, was NOT inside my head) at, like, 8AM.

This did not put E in a happy mood.

I storm outside my door and witness the lady who owns and/or operates the motel, with her eight-year-old son literally pounding something with hammers DIRECTLY outside my window of my room!

"What the FUCK???" I screamed.

They apologised profusely, and scurried off to pound some other (presumably vacant) rooms, as it appeared that they were installing brand new wood trimming around the windows of the room.

Stormed off back into my room, and went back to sleep and woke up around ten AM.

THAT was BAAAAD Karma.....

When I woke around ten AM, I found myself glued to the toilet, as every time I finished, I'd be summoned back to said commode again and again!

The British call this "curry arse".....but I hadn't been offered any curry when I checked into the motel office the night before (but, Christ, did their curry smell good)!

Bad Karma....

So I check out, apologise profusely to the lady and her son, explain that I'm not really a morning person, and hit the road.

Seventy miles later, I barely make it to Lamesa, Texas and sprint into a Taco Villa fast food restaurant's restroom....

.....Shiva was nonplussed with my offering of apologies and genuine sorrow towards the family that ran that motel in Hobbs.


THEN, to make things more better (sorry, I'm in Texas: Gotta speech like the President), on a desolate stretch of road between Big Spring and San Angelo, Texas.......

.....a bird literally decided to fly directly into my windshield! With The Helix moving at 67 M.P.H....

Plus, it was on a four-lane divided highway where thee next opportunity to turn around was six miles down the road.......so I couldn't go back and check on the poor thing!!

THEN, to top the sundae with a cherry, I feel this minor shot in the left side of my stomach!! OK.....whatever....musta been road gravel shot up into me.....

....well, road gravel don't create a lump with redness and swelling......it hadta been a Goddamm bee that flew into me.

Cute....

Made it into San Angelo, Texas, grabbed a room, and rolled around the bed moaning from the pain in my guts. Dunno whether it was a 24-hour stomach flu or dysentery....so I ran to the supermarket and bought some pepto-bismol and everything in the supermarket cooler that had the word "electrolytes" on the label and just proceeded to drink about three gallons of Glaceau Vitamin Water.


As Huey Lewis once sang: "All I want for tomorrow.....is to get it better than today!"

Austin tomorrow.....

-E-