Leaving little ol' Clinton now with the chipwagon repainted white. Indescript trailer with fold-down window and, I'm playing Bonnie Raitt loud and clear and hoping the boy at the border thinks I'm really just going to my boyfriend's in Michigan for the weekend, but really.... I'm OFF!!! Away!! All the way down the Mississippi to Brownsville Texas, where I'll have another story for the border officials, BUT... who cares! I'm pumping fries and I'm in the U S of A!!!!
Okay, okay. I smuggled nothing through the border except a few hundred pounds of potatoes. And I ain't drinkin, or smokin' cuz I'm DRIVING! So there's three bunks in this trailer, plenty to eat, good entertainment (tambourines, saxophones, spoons) and I'm going all the way to Belize.
You two, Dobe and Klc, get on or get off, but gettin' on is WAY better!
And the rest of you folks, don't go askin' me which Bonnie Raitt album, or which road I'm taking, I'm just going. Stand at your area of the U S of A as we're passin' through, hold up a sign sayin "Belize or bust" or SPSC or SPASC and mebbe, just mebbe, we'll sell some fries and burgers in yer general vicinity and I'll pick you up.