My coffee is getting cold. Not sure I want to step foot into another Waffle House until it’s a respectable hour. They tired of me real quick over at the one on Ogeechee Rd. – I guess Nancy didn’t want to discuss Descartes at 3AM, but to each his or her own I suppose. What DO they put in their coffee in Georgia? Never figured it out during my time in Statesboro, but my guess is it’s part turpentine and some opioid. It’s mighty addicting and isn’t too bad lukewarm. Thinking of the last time I slept – probably Christmas Eve, no matter.
A truck rumbles past – the road trembles and speaks over the low idle of my car as I feel the chariot nod in the direction of the truck in approval. Perhaps she’s thinking about the boys in ND1, taking a rogue trip to see D. Rob (as I like to call him). A good boys trip, but I’m guessing they avoided Waffle Houses (Mikey Sanford can be a picky eater) – all the reason why I do these alone. Well, not exactly alone. WIth a co-pilot and all the classic rock of the Georgia radio frequencies at my disposal – we plot a course to Thunderbolt, GA. An apt name for an apt prospect. DRob is an important fella, no doubt – he’s key to what we want to do in the near term, but I’ve always been a man about the distant future, and in my caffeinated haze, that future is living and breathing in THUNDERBOLT. The media is salivating over the fact that we’re sending a truck over to Savannah – even calling it dirty tactics, but for me and Roberto, it’s a smokescreen. Brian the Boss has inked another deal to ensure that this wild ride continues into the foreseeable future, and I’m in it to win it, whiny fans be damned. When Brian tells me that he wants to get the meanest, nicest, smartest, most injury resistant young men out there – we know we have our work cut out for us. Not everyone can fit the bill, not everyone can understand my playbook, not everyone can understand the Allegory of the Cave – but when you can find a kid that can check at least two of those boxes, well….. have recruit will travel.
When the sun peeks over the horizon I punch into gear and we zoom off onto the highway, Thunderbolt in our sights.
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