1:00pm- Sitting in the woods right by where I use to live in Spartanburg, S.C. near I-26 and I-85 intersection. I just got into Homer Ga. and it seems the law was waiting for me. While they were reading me the riot act and scrutinizing my Fl. ID a woman pulled up and said she would give me a ride out of town. The cop was an asshole and any minute I was expecting him to say "You in a heap a trouble boy" or something. But he agreed to let the lady give me a ride. She made room for me and Skil's and said she was going to Royston Ga. Where ever that is. I told her that would be fine with me and I would figure out how to get to Spartanburg from there. We were just bopping along and I noticed the S.C. state line. I said "Ma'am you just entered South Carolina, she just smiled and said she would take me to Spartanburg. When she let me off, she gave me a Bar-B-que chicken, a loaf of bread and some diet Pepsi's. She turned around and headed for Royston, I guess. I don't know if I'll ever get use to the kindness shown by the folks from Georgia. Now, I have to find my way to Campobella and try to locate Danny, I know about where he lives. Whether he has any work, or not, but he does owe me my last check. That'll be at least $200.00. Maybe I'll buy a sleeping bag.
5:00pm- We are at a Handy store on the Asheville Highway and I got hold of Danny, he said he would bring me some money. Oh happy days. now I can spend this twenty I have in my pocket. I bought a six-pack to celebrate me and Skil's great accomplishment. Danny true to his word showed up and gave me $175.00, don't remember now how many hours I had coming, but didn't argue. He said be at the Handy in the morning about 9:00 and he come pick me up. Danny is good people even if he is one of the people that help make S.C. the 49th dumbest state. He also brought me a sleeping bag and a jacket. He said he had no work, but now that I am back, he'll start beating the bushes looking for something. I sitting here about half drunk looking around for a place to sack out. There is a vacant barn across the street and there is a bed sitting outside a business next door. I think we'll take the bed, I'll drag it out in the field. If Danny can't find any work I'll find me a bunch of Mexicans to hang out with. They seem to always know where to get a job. One more for the road, Joe!
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