Hometown Inn

day 30 my last day in georgia…
georgia, oh georgia, i got georgia on my mind…
i was coming back to my hotel when i got unbelievably lost. i got lost a lot of times. i got no gps. but i have used my instincts to get back to my way, well also asking for directions. but it was always in day time and i just needed directions to an interstate.
so what to do today? i remembered something deanna j told me. people use the giant chicken as a way to give directions. its a mascot in these parts. its just actually called the giant chicken, i saw it referred to as such on the news. more on that later.
so what do i see in the distance? the giant chicken! i was saved. with that chicken i got my way back to allgood blvd and things were all good.
back in my room i watch the news and find that there was a crime scene at the giant chicken an hour earlier…
then at my hotel. ok this place is ok. its part of the extended stay family. not as nice as okc, but a lil nicer than memphis. the front desk chick also gave me free internet again. whew. but…
i’ve seen this blonde kid walk around the property all day. while i was pulling away i even saw him try to flag me down. when i came back it was pretty late at night and he tried to talk to me while smoking a cigarette. he asked me for my name. i was like what? i didn’t want to go back to my room yet cuz he would know where i lived. and he seemed nuts so i didn’t want to set him off. so i shook his hand and told him my name. he got real close and was talking crazy and told me he wouldn’t remember my name and would call me castrol.
my flight or fight instinct kicked in. i was reminded of that time i was in denny’s when it was robbed. or that time i was almost mugged at 3 in the morning in downtown portland. almost is the key word. so when i shook his hand i clenched my other fist and was ready in case he pulled something out, i would hold onto his hand, pull him into me and sock him with my clenched fist. as he was reeling i would soccer kick his head and choke him out. cuz he kept mumbling, at first i wasn’t sure if he was asking for money or trying to rob me. then he sort of just walked away. i was still uneasy. you always get nervous you know before you gotta bust a craze. people who say they never got scared to fight, never fought anyone worth a damn.
i got back to my room and called front desk. i had this feeling. if the south was anything like green acres. the front desk would know this guy already and he is the crazy cousin or something… so lets test my theory. i called,
me: there is this crazy blonde guy walking around. are you guys aware of this?
lady: yes we are.
me: is he kind of off?
lady: oooh child, he juss has some problems.
me: does he live here?
lady: mmm hmmm. don’t worry he’s harmless. he don’t hurt nobody. don’t worry. if you don’t want to talk to him you don’t have to.
me: ok thank you.
lady: bye sweetie.
she had that southern accent and charm so how could i argue. she actually didn’t talk like that but that’s how i imagined it. but cuz of that i think this place is a 3. not everyone will feel comfortable here. and i have seen cops here in the parking lot.
update — oh yeah this place is next to train tracks. on the wrong side of them. they wake you up at night.