Just quit a carnival job. It sucked, really. It's been a week now. Unemployed again. Got a backpack full of the usual bullshit (broken jewelry, rocks, a hair straightening iron thing, groundscore knife, Wipes). Bored as fuck. Fuck. In maybe northern-ish Mississippi. Church gave us a ride here "Next town please" . Made about 12 bucks quick and we shared a pint of gin bought smokes. Made another 60$ real quick which has me laying in a fucking trap motel, fighting this sleeping pill. Shes knocked the fuck out. There is literally a 120 room bandon with doors open and windows smashed less than a block away. Maybe instead of being a complete loss I can view this as opportunity to remind myself how much I hate television. But if anyone reads this and for whatever godforsaken reason finds themselves in Granada MS..there's a free room right off I-55 a block east of walmart. Liquor store is next door.