Tuesday?, March 11?
Daytona was great. Ft. Lauderdale must be even better, we thought. We rolled into town bright and early this morning. Big hotels, beautiful girls, the place is a tropical paradise. NO PARKING
After long searching for BAGO space, we find a place called Animal House - $20 'til 7pm. We stayed past 8pm. The cops show up. The manager of Animal House is handcuffed and taken away. As we make our get-away, this plush U-Haul Southwind recreational vehicle of ours breaks down. Right now I'm stranded in a gas station parking lot, waiting for the tow-truck to drag this big pain in the ass to safety. It's getting mighty crowded. With five days to go on our trip, I'm down to sixty dollars. Everyone had mushrooms for lunch today.
Slowly but consistantly losing it, The Hambone who fell to Earth
This is one of many postcards that I sent back to Lawrence , Ks . Don't try too hard to make sense of some of these.
Friday? March 14th?
"Hey , Sambino!" Hey! Where ya from? Do you want some beer? Come back! You're beautiful! Hey Sambido! Come here! Whoo! Oh baby! My friend, Blockhead John says he loves you.
Shut up! "You guys from New York are boneheads." Fart Naked! gnarly spew-ass. " Are you dicks asleep in there? Takee Outee, Lonnie 50 cent beers, face prints, food and farts and beers,sleep and farts, shits and bars, traffic pollution, smells + food + sleep, fights + farts + beer, cops and drugs and booze and farts, sun and heat and granola beach, spew and tension, tempers and farts intentional, sleep and roadhouse dirt and paranoia, sloppy intoxication
NO PARKING - We've learned to bend over and park like criminals
(sent to the Rock Chalk Bar from "burning rectal itch")
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