I had to stop in this little redneck joint called the Dew Drop Inn. Everybody that was sitting at the bar had a cowboy hat on and everybody was drunk. I asked one old fella with no front teeth how to get to the store and he spit a large wad of tobacco onto my brand new Nike’s. I quickly left the bar and found my own way.

They don’t care what you think because they are to busy cruising around the world in luxury yachts with a staff dedicated to fulfilling their every desire. While you are sitting in the drive through at McDonald’s talking to a 16 year old punk kid who doesn’t care if you said no onions or not, and you’re going to have to go inside to get it corrected.

We need to learn to take everyday opportunities that would otherwise pass us by and use these to our advantage. The coffee shop, the t-shirt country, the corner market, even the library, these are all excellent places to start. Now it’s up to us to be prepared for these encounters.

Club Promoter: Club promoters are everyone’s “best friend.” They can get you the hook-ups at the hottest clubs, help you jump the line, get you free drinks — the works. So if you are a club promoter, all the girls want to know you!

Before that I had occasion to play pool with my brother, Bill. Not only did he hang out at some of the worst dive bars in St. Louis, he lived upstairs over one. How he put up with the noise and all of the fighting, I’ll never know. It was probably because he was involved in it most of the time.

The plan is to snatch these big bands up as they come through I-75, or “route through,” because other than Louisville or Cincinnati, there isn’t really a place to stop between Knoxville, Tenn., and Chicago, Ill., or even from Nashville, Tenn., to Indianapolis, Ind.

The Cases and Bodine have spent all of their time preparing their venue, and in a week’s time The Dame will close, right as their bar opens. It’s obvious, and expected, that they will literally be filling in that part of the market.

Online dating has been a little slow. Three days away and not even a wink to show for my (lack of) efforts. Do the men online somehow know that my life is in a state of upheaval? Can they smell the unraveling of my home, the destruction of my sense of place? Do they want a girl that is the ultimate vagabond? I said I’d never live on a couch ever again. But seriously, the situation was that terrible.