My coffee is getting cold. Not sure I want to step foot into another Waffle House until it’s a respectable hour. They tired of me real quick over at the one on Ogeechee Rd. – I guess Nancy didn’t want to discuss Descartes at 3AM, but to each his or her own I suppose. What DO they put in their coffee in Georgia? Never figured it out during my time in Statesboro, but my guess is it’s part turpentine and some opioid. It’s mighty addicting and isn’t too bad lukewarm. Thinking of the last time I slept – probably Christmas Eve, no matter.
Tales from the Trail
