Speaking

Speaking of communal latrines...

Rest Areas

Travelling around, as a kid with my Mom and Grandparents, I always had some strange affinity towards interstate rest areas. Just being able to get out of the car and move around was great. The vending machines had something to do with it, too (more salt, more sugar). The little info kiosks were cool. The restrooms themselves all had that same odor and excellent grafitti, who fucked who when, and with phone numbers. And though there were things about the seedy side of life I had yet to learn about, I got a good start at these rest areas- sex, drugs, prostitution, perversion, etc. I could sense these things, as if being at some bizarre holy site. And to me, that's kind of what they were...

A Need

You wouldn't think that there would be a need for a publication of this ilk. But you know, humans...

Sitting

Sort of sitting on the blog title and address for myself, lest anyone else steals it from me...