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What gives? Is it drugs? Alcohol? Too much sun? We've seen a 300lb woman strolling around in her underwear pushing a grocery cart, a leather-skinned elderly man talking to himself while cowering in a corner with a maniacal grin, and a stringy haired, pock-faced waif of a man (or was it a woman?) shaking so badly I thought s/he was going to croak - and this was just in the parking lot of the Publix! Yesterday as I was walking with Isla I had to stop and wait on the sidewalk to allow the drifter who was walking twenty feet ahead of me take a pee behind a bus bench. This was along a major road. Dude just whipped it out and started peeing. So awkward.
Scott overheard the following conversation while picking up take-out last night:
"...Oh...shoot! I forgot to tell you something! She hit me in the back of the head with a baseball bat...(pause). Yeah, I went back to the farm to get some of my stuff, and she said "You're not leaving me!" and then took a bat to the back of my head."
And this doesn't even cover the characters we met in our last motel (which is another story all together)! We have been here three days. That's a lot of crazy in three days.
So my question is this: Do the crazies flock to the sun? Or does the sun make you crazy? We have a vested interest in this query.
It's possible we spent too much time in the suburbs.
Brittany, Scott & Isla