Febuary 22nd, 1999
I'm somewhere on the coast between North Carolina and Virginia. I write this in the booth of a truckstop as I wait for my "18 wheeler delight" omelet. You ever notice that in truck stops they have a section reserved that's just for truckers? It looks just the same as the rest of the restaurant but it's got that big "Truckers Only" sign hanging above it. What the hell is up with that? Is there some sort of special air over there that us normal folks ain't allowed to breath?
Oh here comes waitress Polly with my fried grease on a plate. gotta go
Derek
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