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Road 'Yena: Eat A Bag of Dicks, Amarillo
9 years ago
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|| Patreon || So, still on my epic road trip across some states. Me and the Ox got a few polite stares in Arkansas n' Oklahoma. Some not-so-polite glances when we took out our smartphones after ordering our food at various places. But you know, cultural differences. XD
(Oh my god the foooooood. Everything is swimming in gravy and I love it.)
But... Amarillo, Texas. You know, I like run down towns as much as the next artist, and it was quaint. In a way. Until we got to the ATTITUDES.
I know folks can't help where they come from, and so I try not to judge based on looks. But holy shit the High And Mighty nonsense... You live in a SHANTY TOWN. Do not act like we aren't good enough to for your fucking hotel. G'damn.
We walk into this place and this ol' fat white guy looked like he smelled shit the second he saw us. His "Can I... help you?" Was so cartoonishly douchey I was left stunned and blinking. When we asked for a room, polite as can be, he said they had been booked up the night before and needed 2 hrs or so to clean a room.
Like... That'd have been way more fuckin' convincing if you weren't sneering at us the entire time, lickbag. Don't know if it was cuz I'm brown, or if me and Ox just scream "younger riff raff" cuz we wear graphic shirts and not khakis/polos, but either way.. Fuck that guy. Ugh. The parking lot wasn't even full. -.-
We ended up driving 50 more miles and finding a nice little Inn with a sweet southern goth. She was lovely.
Should be back in Cali in about 2 days. Then the regular arting should commence! <3
(Oh my god the foooooood. Everything is swimming in gravy and I love it.)
But... Amarillo, Texas. You know, I like run down towns as much as the next artist, and it was quaint. In a way. Until we got to the ATTITUDES.
I know folks can't help where they come from, and so I try not to judge based on looks. But holy shit the High And Mighty nonsense... You live in a SHANTY TOWN. Do not act like we aren't good enough to for your fucking hotel. G'damn.
We walk into this place and this ol' fat white guy looked like he smelled shit the second he saw us. His "Can I... help you?" Was so cartoonishly douchey I was left stunned and blinking. When we asked for a room, polite as can be, he said they had been booked up the night before and needed 2 hrs or so to clean a room.
Like... That'd have been way more fuckin' convincing if you weren't sneering at us the entire time, lickbag. Don't know if it was cuz I'm brown, or if me and Ox just scream "younger riff raff" cuz we wear graphic shirts and not khakis/polos, but either way.. Fuck that guy. Ugh. The parking lot wasn't even full. -.-
We ended up driving 50 more miles and finding a nice little Inn with a sweet southern goth. She was lovely.
Should be back in Cali in about 2 days. Then the regular arting should commence! <3
If you're on I-40 in Amarillo and headed West, you'll love the scenery in New Mexico and Arizona. There's a reason I added 500 miles to my move from PA to Reno to see it again. That, and I hate I-80 in Wyoming and Utah with the heat of a thousand suns.
If your route takes you through Reno at all, lemme know!
Like, we go to sleep at 8am and hit the road at 6pm and just drive through the night. I'm LOVING the nocturnal drives. No real scenery to speak of, but PERFECT for "No Sleep" podcasts. B3 I love my spoopy shit~