Zatarains

I woke up at 730, didn't leave until 9 or so. It was raining in New Orleans so I skipped on getting breakfast there, unfortunately. When I got back to Mississippi, which I thought was Alabama, it cleared up. Except for a few small showers throughout the day it was dry. I have come to enjoy the rain, expect what shade of gray is good or bad, and now that's a reference to a sex book isn't it. Have Gilbert gottfried read it for you and you'll be in ecstasy. I took shorter stints today, probably around 75 to 90 miles on average, but I was traveling faster, not fast enough to outrun the breaks, but they were needed. My break regimen is gas, piss, sometimes snack, sometimes Gatorade, sometimes pork rinds or chips, gotta be something local and different. Check out the distance, anticipate the next stop and go!  Today I had to force myself to stop and eat, because otherwise I have the mindset that it's a waste if time. So today, I didn't have a real meal until 11 at a fucking Waffle House. I think I like them, this is my second one. Hard to spot a quick diner otherwise. The day got stupid hot, except for a couple showers I would have turned to dust. My jacket doesn't allow enough air to go through with a backpack on. Chatted with an old dude 100 miles from burmingham about how it's called the magic city. He doesn't think it's magical, I still have yet to find out. He also went on about how it is the top five most dangerous cities. As I drove into town I saw a broken down car with its wheels taken off so maybe it is. Good for it. I made it around the city, 20 minutes south to a state park. Pretty excited about that find. I'm going to spend two mights here. Hope I get my brain back together.