Free Ballin’

I’ve had a nice and productive little stay in Orlando, but it’s 9:34PM and I’m hoping to be in Atlanta in 20 hours or so, and I have no plans.  Rides didn’t come through on couchsurfing.com or craigslist.  I’ve checked and posted on craigslist in Orlando, Miami, Gainesville, Tampa, and Atlanta.  No luck.

I’m not hitchhiking up I-95 while I’m in Florida, so I really just need to get a few hours north to get over the border.  But you’ve seen the movie a hundred times, they never make it over the border; it’s so depressing.  In 12 Monkeys, or like in Carlito’s Way, and a gazillion other movies that don’t occur to me this moment, they’re about to get on the train/plane/ship/space craft, to go through the door/crumbling mountainside entrance…to salvation, in one form or another.  My salvation is…Georgia.  Oy.

So nah, no plans.  I’ll have to check Greyhound.  It’d be a killer ride, on the wallet and on my knees.  Who knows.  Things happen.