Bisbee
So we’re stuck in bisbee. The guy to the right of me, who I mistake for BGR, in this two door hotel said “I dig this town”.
Two minutes later: “There aint much for jobs though”.
Go figure.
As the tide will Turn, I’m in bisbee. I’ve been here for a total of 4 hours and so far, it’s the tops. The local radio is edging KXCI out for top spot. I can’t wait for Matt Moon to be here, digging in the dirt with self asshole little man, where I’ll get to counter on that note. Otherwise, the two bedroom house that is going to be home for the next 4 to 6 weeks is a palace of palaces. I call the futon!
Manana promises miles of dirt on top of dirt. I’ll get to see the great southern wall of the USA being built and I will feel a part of history as far as it goes. Let’s call it the Triumphant retirement of progressive thinking. We may have mass produced the automobile, but it seems that may have been the stopping point or something.
Bla bla bla. Off to check the Border patrol website for a job.
Ween. Soon. That means tRoy be in town ya.