according to my maps, extends from Memphis to Charleston running through Athens Georgia. Mathias and I happened to have been in Athens a few months ago. it was right before st. patrick's day. athens was a spooky place, and it probably still is. we got there on a head full of acid and a half gallon of Old Crow, not quite remembering how we had gotten there. remember having to walk a few miles off the highway, into town. paranoia, violence... we must get hatchets! towards the end of the three weeks we spent in Athens we knew we had to leave. woke up one morning, drank a cup of coffee, smoked a cigarette. man gives us a ride 13 miles down the road to Crawford. we has bread, so we walked on, had about 57 miles southeast to Thomson. Crawford is strange, there's a family selling boiled peanuts out of there truck. but I hadn't the time for peanuts. they stare, watch us pass. walked through Crawford onto Lexington. this is where we et breakfast, and it was a true blessing. fried livers and gizzards. the policeman hassled us for sitting around. so we kept walking until the sun set, and set up on off the side of the road, a ways down this embankment, onto the bank bordering Long Creek. marshes to the left, highways to the right. cooked a good dinner that night. on sterno. had to hold the pan over the can for a while. woke up kept a walking on down the road. about two miles into the second day we ran upon a big old mansion, or about half of one. we go inside, the kitchen is left here, and does a minion of the abyss in the form of a baby doll. oh, lordy, lord Lo! the road is ahead! at this point it was struck to us both the difference between a mile and a country mile. man pulls out of side road, he did get us stoned on that day, the day he got us stoned and on that day was the day we kept walking. got a ride through Rayle and into Washington. I was so completely stoned that I did not have any social capabilities. nice lady, but I thought she might have been taking us to Washington so that this guy Athens could ambush, seize us. walked right through town immediately after stepping out of car, walked another 10 miles. the next morning, woke up. no breakfast. only water, and dried powder tobacco straight from the bottom of the bag. near total psychological breakdowns during course of day. slight hallucinations. you see it had been suppressed the whole time, and we got lucky from the start. we must keep going, signpost says THOMSON 20 got a ride 5 miles outside of town. made it to Thomson. set camp. cooked dinner. Went to the Waffle House. Got to keep the skillet. Slept in pine forests and that fresh meat and produce stand get a grapefruit for 50cents there plums, tomatoes, oranges, apples, blueberries good ole railroad town, built right on that Georgia Railroad. but what had drew s to Thomson, besides the urgent need to leave Athens for Augusta, was Willie Mactell
