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Got in the car at midnight Sunday, was in Birmingham Alabama by 11 AM. Wanted to get my hair cut at a racist barbershop, because you know, every Mississippi Burning kinda flick has the racist barbershop where it all goes down. To my dismay the town was liberal. They even had a free socialist ‘zine in a newspaper dispenser. So I sent out some black and white post cards sporting white people with hair slicked in parts and old cars and household appliances to maintain the “good old boy” myth for the friends at home.
Spent 10 minutes in Atlanta: enough to get out pee, and take pictures of graffiti, then the long road back. 2 AM Tuesday we returned, I felt like a drifter forever. I smelled like sh_t (no AC), my eyes hurt (BAD sleep), and the yellow visor on my head that read “Alabama” (acquired at the “official Alabama headquarters” dedicated to the full-bearded heartthrob band) was too tight. Bed was amazing. Round 2. Who’s coming with me?