In 1992, I traveled by Greyhound bus from Boston where I had lived to Hinesville, Ga where I would live. These are the musings of my first impressions as I arrived into the bus stop . . .

I am either not going to leave here alive, leave here really F*&ked up (in the good sense), really normal (in the bad sense), or leave here really maimed.

Hard to say which, if this town is as really ass backwards as I think it is. It would make a great place to learn!