May 15th, 1999
Guess where I am? Nope you're wrong. I'm in Clay County Georgia. What am I doing here? Good question.
Currently I am lost.
Well sorta lost. I kinda know where I am in relation to the saner parts of the world but I have no idea where I am in relation to the guy who claims that the devil came to visit him and left his handprint on a tree.
See, everything is clearer now, isn't it?
So I'm just hanging out at this convenience store, nodding to the rednecks, eating an ice cream cone and trying to figure out which pine tree the guy said to turn left at. As with most of my solo road trips I'm playing it by ear. Maybe I'll get lucky and find a guy who claims the devil left his hand prints and signed his name in some wet cement. If you don't hear back from me in 24 hours then consider it hopeless and call the proper authorities.
Of course if you see a new entry in the Freakopedia then everything worked out and I was not kidnapped by rural Appalachian hillbillies and forced into a life of pulling a plow for a guy with 4 first names like "Billy Joe Jim Bob".
Gee, can you tell that I have an overactive imagination?
OK, one more ice cream cone and then it's back in the car for another foray into the wilderness. I brought Mr. Crowley along for protection but he seems more intent on watering every bush between here and the Florida state line.
Derek "lost but never forgotten" Barnes