June 25th, 2000
June 25th midnight, somewhere north of Troy Alabama
I'm convinced that there's some hidden force in Alabama that causes people
to go one step further into the unknown than most people are ready to go.
I've interviewed people all over this state and everywhere I go I sense that
they are "touched." Not in a bad way, mind you, but "touched" by some force
to achieve a destiny that is just out of their reach. Again and again I
see it in these otherwise common people. They look just like you, or me, or
your grandfather, but inside them is a fire, a passion, something that
drives them close to the brink of unknown genius. I can relate to this
vision from beyond. I sense that if I stayed in this state much longer I
would become like them, driven to reach for something beyond my grasp.
Already I can sense the kudzu reaching to close around me. I feel the
contained energy of the roadside firework palaces waiting to explode in
gaudy splendor for my amusement. I know the endless 2 lane blacktops are
just waiting for me to drive on them, deeper and deeper into this confusion
. . . . .
. . . .woah, I need to snap out of it. Maybe I have been in Alabama too
long. A cold drink and a moon pie should do the trick. Of course it
doesn't help that Jason is watching a tv program on spontaneous human
combustion (I swear to God) Sometimes I'm convinced this stuff follows me
Spent today in Ashville talking to a Bigfoot researcher named Hawk. I'll
have his full story up in a new entry sometime after I make it back to
Orlando. Got a lot of great info about the elusive creature and some really
cool stories. I even went out into the woods looking for Sasquatch with
him. (how cool is that?)
What else? Well Jason and I stopped at one of those roadside attraction
joints (Jason got a hankering for boiled peanuts) and I discovered a new
friend. Here's a pic. of him.
I'm making him a new mascot and now all he needs is a name. That's where
you come in, my little sherlocks. E-mail me with name ideas for this
robotic paranormal sniffing pooch and I'll make it my job to pick the best
one. The winner gets a t-shirt and a mention in a future diary entry (oh
the thrill!) There's no time limit to the contest but I'll know the right
name when I see it so . . .get ready . . .get set . . .be witty!
OK, time to sign off . . .By the way, have I mentioned that there is a giant
pixie living in the motel bathroom?