3:00pm- We are on the southeast side of Columbia, on US 76. The law checked me out in Pomaria yesterday, then loaded us up and took us to the Newberry Co. line. Nice enough cop, but I took it as get out of my town. He didn't say it, but I felt it.
Didn't walk far and a car stopped and gave us a ride. His name was David and a member of the Presbyterian Church and a God fearing soul, I guess. He took us to downtown Columbia and showed me where the library was, the salvation Army and told me to meet him for lunch at 12;30 at the church.
The library was out because I had no place to put Skil's in the middle of downtown, and here come s the rain again. It sure rains a lot around here. We decided to head on out of town and see if I can find a place to put up the tent. Dave did pony up $20.00 for us and I thought that was a mighty righteous act for a Holy-Roller (Praise The Lord!) And all that good shit.
I found a field with a bunch of trees (they have leaves) just barely on the outskirts of town. There was a store near by and we pigged out with our new found wealth. I saved $5.00 for tomorrow. Life is Grand on the road.
7:15pm- I am wondering what kind of town I am in, as we walked out of Columbia proper, I noticed used car lot after used car lot. In between car lots are detective agency's, matresses and box springs leaning on every fire hydrant, then a block of more used car sales, a block of solid store front churches(of every denomination) bail bonds and weddings performed here, loan shark pawn shops, ambulance chaser shops, Boy! In one block you could get married, hold up a pawn shop, steal a get-away car, have a detective agency catch you and get bailed out, then have your ole' lady divorce you because you're a crook, without crossing the street. Happy Birthday Patty! If you are still alive.
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