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The day was hot and humid like any others in the South, where
the air was so infested with odors and sweat you actually had to
swim through it. And clothes, heck, it was minimal while it clung
to you like a wet towel. It was 101 degrees with a humidity of 100
per cent, or at least, that was what it felt like. I was being
boiled right on my seat in this supposedly air conditioned
hamburger joint that was called, “Art’s Burgers”–the sign was
vandalized and now said, “Art’s Bugers.”
I had been invited by my friend Chris to visit his folks and
see the South, which he promised would be “a whole boot’n fun.” So
far, all there had been was a soak-fest, a slimy burger that I
thought moved, and supreme boredom. (more…)