Location: Monroe, LA to Shreveport, LA
Travel Day
So with new vigor I get the out of Monroe. I'm not going far but I'm going to make sure and take my time today, because, well just because there is no particular reason to be in a hurry. Im staying off the highways again.
I stop off in a place called Gibsland, because that's just too rich to avoid. And again, its like all the others, one paved road, everything else cracked pavement or dirt and abandoned or burned out buildings and companies that used to be, still with their signs up, which do include an inordinate amount of BBQ places.
But one thing catches my attention and that is the Bonnie and Clyde Ambush Museum, which is not really a museum at all but it is a storefront with a sign out front.
And inside was this guy wearing a blue jumpsuit and there is Bonnie and Clyde crap everywhere and the place smells like body odor and is just filthy.This guy has a wireless phone, not a mobile phone, but like a wireless phone that you would have had in your house in 1996, clipped to his jumpsuit pocket, and then also he has a Bluetooth in his ear, and a dirty old hat that I think is something military.
And right when I walk in he starts talking. And its not until a couple of minutes later that I realize that he is talking to me. I think its the bluetooth and I also can't imagine that anyone would talk to my back for so long without a break or wondering if I might be deaf.So the claim to fame of this little storefront is that Bonnie and Clyde came in way back in the day, grabbed some sandwiches, and then 7 miles down the road got ambushed and killed by the cops.
And when I realize he is talking to me he says me “and that’s when them two met their maker, just ten minutes after they came in here fo sandwiches. Pretty short lunch wouldn’t you say?” and then he tells me, although I don’t ask, that he has some sort of medical issue but he wont die because “god don’t want me and the devil is afraid that I'll take over.”
I get to Shreveport and Im tired. I go to the casino but not until I have a horrible dinner at the hotel, because again, I'm too tired to find something local, and I'm suspicious that there might not be anything out there for me anyway.
The blog thing, well, I dont know how much I longer I can, or want to, keep it up.
Of course a ton a interesting stuff is happening, but I'm exhausted by:
(1) experiencing it
(2) planning where Im going next
(3) finding a place to stay where Im going next
(4) writing it all down in the journal
(5) finding places to eat that have wi-fi
(6) researching and picking out where to go once I get to a place
(7) picking and choosing what to blog about
(8) taking and editing and uploading all the pictures.
(9) charging all my crap
(10) loading and unloading the car and making sure I dont forget stuff and getting new stuff I need.
Jesus. I think I just described the human condition. I'm fighting these things, expressing my distress out loud, and now I can move on.
And that's how you get back to being balanced again. I'm just finding my emotional equilibrium. Its nice to write down all the crap that clutters you, acknowledge them, and then to remind yourself that the conditions aren't authorized to control your emotions.
See ya outer world, Im going back inside.
