The Mississippi River: Muddy Water

I left Louisiana today. I enjoy driving through all of these different terrains. Louisiana is one giant swamp land. So far, I've driven through deserts, desert valleys, canyons, and swamps. No wonder Louisiana always floods. There's swamp for miles along the I-20, there were also numerous road kill. As I was driving east toward Mississippi, I saw about four or five dead armadillos along on the side of the highway, as well as a few deer, birds, raccoons, and a hawk or two. At first you feel sorry for them, but, then, you realize that they're probably going to be hunted anyways. Much of the land out here is designated hunting land. Hunting is a major part of American culture. I know it's the same a lot of places in the U.S. I'm headed to Georgia next. I plan on sleeping at this truck stop along the I-20. There are a lot of truck stops along the highway, so, I'll choose one when I'm too tired to drive any longer. I still have a bottle of gin in my trunk from a few nights ago. I'm going to drink and make a few beats tonight. I'm on the border of Louisiana and Mississippi right now. Man, the Mississippi river is huge, and it's water is super muddy. I wouldn't want to swim in there. I've been across the Mississippi a few times before, but never on my own. Oh yeah, there was this guy on the side of the interstate in Louisiana, about an hour from the border. He was changing his tire right on the line that divides the shoulder and the slow lane. I wouldn't be surprised if he got hit. If I were him, I would've pulled my car to the next off ramp or further off the shoulder. He seemed frustrated because he was making all kinds of gestures with his arms and jerking his head back and forth. People should be smarter.

I'm at the Mississippi river right now. I took a video of me driving across the Vicksburg Bridge in Vicksburg, Mississippi. I've thought about staying here for a few days. I wish I had more money because I'd rent a boat, and drive that bitch all around the river. Being in Mississippi makes me feel uncomfortable, and I'm not sure why. I'm going to start driving towards Georgia. I'm not sure how many miles I'll drive today, but I plan on driving until it gets dark.

I made it to Alabama. I'm parked backwards at this Pilot. I bought a sandwich from the Subway inside of the truck stop. I figure that everyone in Alabama is a Juggalo, so, I've been saying, "Whoop whoop" to everyone. Some people just look at me like they're clueless, a few laugh, and a few say "whoop whoop" back to me. I said it to this girl in the Subway, and she laughed. She had a thick Alabama accent. I asked her about the price of living in Alabama, and she told me that I could buy a trailer for a few thousand dollars. Which is much cheaper than California. I was thinking about renting a room somewhere out here to have a place to work on music and chill. I'll look for a place in Georgia.