Road Noise: Volume Three
As you may or may not recall, some three weeks ago my best pal Tess and I took a twelve-hour road trip to Florida. Here are some of our further adventures:
Believe it or not, Tessa was once a professional musician; she is shit at being fed lyrics, however.
Sober. Mostly. But there is a mysterious story about a few hours on Captiva Island*. We think we may be under government control via a respiratory nanovirus. I’ll keep you posted on that one.
Have I mentioned there is accompanying moblogging? E-mail me for the supertopsecret link.
*As far as we could tell, neighboring Sanibel Island was okey-dokey and populated with Just Plain Nice Folks. Aight then.
Nobody worked it out »