so my friend Josh who is also my roomate, got a call today from his dad in Georgia giving us a job offer to work in Atlanta making a lot more money then I am here. I still haven't given an answer yet though it would be kinda fun to work down there for a few months. I want to do it, but then again, I finally am pretty happy with my life besides work (stupid Wal-Mart). So if I do end up going, the RX will be staying here and we'd be taking Josh's '87 Lincoln towncar.

so my friend Josh who is also my roomate, got a call today from his dad in Georgia giving us a job offer to work in Atlanta making a lot more money then I am here. I still haven't given an answer yet though it would be kinda fun to work down there for a few months. I want to do it, but then again, I finally am pretty happy with my life besides work (stupid Wal-Mart). So if I do end up going, the RX will be staying here and we'd be taking Josh's '87 Lincoln towncar.

I thought you were in Wyoming for school??

Have you ever been to Georgia? I'm not harping on it as a place, but the time I spent there (over 25 years ago, in the Army) was pretty eye-opening. Racism was still pretty rampant. Rednecks (not the new in vogue type of today - real rednecks, "I'm gonna kick yer rump roast"-type rednecks) ruled the roost, and if you had an accent different than the good old boys, you were a target fer an rump roast-whoopin. Myself, I'd pass, but that's based on my past experiences there. You may have a blast.

Wow... sounds like you'll fit right in Russ

 

Just kiddin.

 

-Brian

I thought you were in Wyoming for school??

I moved out here to BUT WyoTech decided not to tell me my finacial aid didn't go through until AFTER I moved out here. Bunch of stupid ^%$^%@$.

 

Wow... sounds like you'll fit right in Russ

 

Just kiddin.

 

-Brian

 

Thanks Brian, I feel the love man, just feelin it all the way out in the middle of nowhere...

Georgia smells funny. I used to travel through there often on my way to and from Pensacola, FL.

 

A few miles from the border the air changes and you get this kinda sicky sweet smell that's very hard to describe... it's nasty.

 

I got on the CB to ask what the smell was and a trucker came on and said in a very deep southern accent... "Little lady, that's Georgia approachin'".

 

Never did find out for sure... must be the red clay. You do get used to it after a day or two.

The heat! The humidity! The crowds! The black vinyl interior! (only time I was in Georgia I drove my '73 home from the dealer...be forewarned, though, it gets HOT down there and stays that way.)