Hey Team,

I’m staying in a little town outside Little Rock, Arkansas called Bald Knob (no…seriously) tonight with a friend of my grandparents, Jim.

Jim totally came to my rescue today after a near hellish trek just trying to get to Arkansas. (It was ALMOST as bad as when I was frantically trying to get to Vancouver to trespass in a closed hedge maze.)

After yesterday’s aforementioned miserable failure of a hitchhiking attempt I went back to Nashville and hung out with my new friends there for a couple more hours before getting dropped off at the bus station around 2am to catch the 3:15 bus…which left at 6:30.

I fell asleep shortly after getting on the bus at 3:15 and before the bus even had time to leave the station I woke up drenched in sweat to the sound of the bus driver’s PA announcement about the broken air conditioning preventing us from leaving on time.

“Everyone please get off the bus and head back into the station while we get this checked out.”

Almost three and a half hours later (it felt like less, I was curled up in a little ball on the floor using my backpack full of technology as a pillow) we were finally on the road and sadly, for you guys, I have no exciting pedophile’s under arrest stories. Everyone was exhausted at this point so it was just a series of fitful naps in tiny seats for everyone aboard.

Now, like I said, I’m sitting in a comfy bed in Bald Knob (*snicker), falling asleep on Charley and trying to wrap up this tale so I can just let the unconsciousness take over.

Goodnight.

Brett.