My mom and I got out of Nashville at about eight thirty, and out of Tennessee in an hour after that. The whole drive, I was anxious as always, I hate those damn eighteen-wheelers who speed like bats out of hell, and drive so you know they must be on some kind of uppers. In front of us the sky kept lighting up with what we supposed was heat lighting, but as we got closer to Bowling Green the more we could see the lighting was real and touching down, and was really bad.

We were both pretty tired anyway, so we decided to get off at the Bowling Green exit and get some food at Bob Evan’s. We get to the restaurant, but after getting out and pulling on the door, it had been closed for thirty minutes. We decide to go down the street, see if we can find a Denny’s, or the Shoney’s. We pulled into the Shoney’s, which was pretty much empty but the lights were still on. We got out, just as a girl in a really old beaten up car pulled in backwards. I told my mom to lock the doors before we went and tried the door. Wouldn’t you know it, Shoney’s was closed too. The girl was really spacey, she was kind of staring at us. As we pulled out, I saw the girl, who had lifted up the hood of her car, lean over and put her nose straight down on the side of the car (the flat part that is right around the hood) and snort. I can only assume her spaciness was because of her nasty cocaine habit.

What a weird place. And the prices for hotels! One room one night was over eight bucks, which is almost what we paid for our hotel room in Pensacola, and Bowling Green Kentucky is NO Pensacola. Weird, weird place.