I hit the road day two, assuming the stupid asses in the UP of Michigan would have plowed the roads, especially since it hadn’t snowed in 12 hours. NOPE! After all, I’m sure they don’t get any fucking snow in the northernmost point of the Great Lakes…sonsofbitches… The trip was more stressful than trying to leave North Korea. I didn’t go over 40 mph for the first three hours. Good start! Thanks for everything!
I finally made it to Milwaukee and realized the hotel I was staying at was way over my usual experience. They had valet parking, people to hold the door, and three restaurants inside. Of course, as the snooty asshole in a suit was checking me in, I realized I was wearing a Captain America t-shirt I had worn three straight days, work boots, and a bright yellow Steelers toboggan. No wonder he was short with me…oh well, I think he turned the corner when he saw me lug in a 20 pack of Bud Select and a calzone I bought down the street. Probably not. The only way he would’ve hated me more was if I asked where the bitches be at. I almost did to see his self-righteous narrow head explode. In summation, it was great to see a man who hated me more than Hitler have to kiss my ass, especially when I wasn’t even paying for the room. Ah, the sweetness of small victories.