Marc

Joliet, Illinois, USA

I'm already sick to death of traveling. It took four days this year to feel this way ... blerg. I'm in Joliet, for fuck's sakes, kids! Joliet?! This is worse than Kankakee. Apologies to those out-of-staters/out-of-country'ers/out-of-hemisphere-ers that will not know what the hell I'm talking about. Put it like this -- Kankakee = blows, but weird enough to actually like. Chicago = fun, but never live there fun. Bloomington/Normal = juuuuuust right. Joliet = shithole, full of bums, stupid people, and dirty boat casinos. Ick.

For example, I just got kicked off the intrOnet just now, for no reason. Damn AOL dial-up, ooh ... "if I had my gun right now" ...

(insert your favorite goble-dee-gook words in here, or just mutter to yourself, kind of like I am, right now)

I dislike Joliet so much, in fact, that I'm taking the car out for a quick spin - to Kankakee! Got to pick up some stuff from the parents' house, and meet with Tall Ben, my friend who lives in Colorado. He's tall. He has a deep voice, like Barry White as a white guy deep (ie - deep, but not sexy). He's only here until Monday and I won't be able to see him any other day. Ah, the drive home, can't wait to make it. Do I get gas before I leave, or risk running out? I really really miss my special Amoco station back home.