:: September 28, 2004
REAL CONVERSATIONS WITH TRUCKERS AT THE DAYS INN IN RED OAK, TEXAS.
By J.R. Cope
A)
Trucker: 'eer store?
Me: What?
Trucker: 'eer store?
Me: You mean, beer store?
Trucker: Whut I said.
Me: It's a dry county. Sorry.
Trucker: What?
Me: No alcohol for miles. Dry county. No beer. Dry county.
Trucker: Yeah, I heard ya.
B) *over phone*
Me: Front desk.
Trucker: I'm in 101. I wanna movie.
Me: Regular feature?
Trucker: No, the dirty.
Me: That's 24.19.
Trucker: Shit. I stay here all the time.
Me: Nothing I can do. Sorry.
Trucker: No, I stay here all the time, man.
Me: All the time?
Trucker: Yeah.
Me: Let's see. Nope. Nothing I can do.
Trucker: Cut me a deal man. Come on. Hook me up.
Me: I can't. It's against policy.
Trucker: Shit, man. I gotta watch a dirty!
C)
Me: Smoking or Non?
Trucker: Non, man. I just got in from Oklahoma. You wouldn't believe what fucking happened.
Me: What?
Trucker: Fucking Indians drugged me, stole my fucking truck and left me in the desert.
Me: There's a desert in Oklahoma? I mean, that sucks. I don't mean to sound insensitive. Are you all right?
Trucker: Fuck no, man. Do I look all right?
Me: ....
Trucker: Well, I'm not. They could have killed me. I'm waiting on a new truck now. I just want a bed and I want to call my wife.
Me: I understand. I have some canned soup back there, if you're hungry.
Trucker: No, the company already fed me. I just want to sleep.
Me: I understand.
Trucker: I ain't trusting nobody ever again. Now I know why so many of those old truckers don't talk to anybody. I understand it now. It's fucked up out there. I ain't talking to nobody ever again. Never. Fuck it. There's some bad people out there. I'm just keeping to myself from now on. Look at these pictures, man. That's my wife and kid. That's the only reason I'm out there, man. They's the only reason I'm living. They were all I could think about all the way back here. They're all I care about in this world. No shit. But I ain't ever talkin' to anybody ever again. I ain't ever trusting anybody out there ever again. It's bad out there, man. Bad. ::
:: September 20, 2004
Movieoke is my new favorite. Except you're not allowed to call it Movieoke, because they don't want to go down the path of Mr. Sinus Theatre. It's videoke. Videoke! Anyway I made my debut last night doing Jennifer Aniston in this scene from Office Space. Friend Kevin was Mike Judge. Performers were judged on synchrony with the clip, sound effects, and ... something else. Movement? Props? Embodying the actors? Something like that. We didn't win. But I will. Someday. Oh, I will. ::
:: September 18, 2004
LBJ orders pants. I know this has already made the rounds, but it's especially poignant to me, being a Texan and a seamstress. ::
:: September 12, 2004
Movieoke! hopefully coming soon to a nightclub near you and I. (via Metafilter)
Oh wait: It has! ::
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