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O.K. so Meghan (a.k.a. Pagan, a.k.a. Raygun, a.k.a. Magnum) and I were just bored right out of our skulls see and we needed more than anything else just get out of Starkville, Mississippi. Basically we set out for Tuscaloosa, Alabama as soon as we woke up saturday morning. Driving through rural Mississippi is like being on another planet...the first old billboard we saw out in the country read "Make Your Path Straight...King Jesus is Coming." Another read "Although You Are Joyous, the Day is Evil." At that point we had 12 years of college between us and couldnt begin to figure out this second billboard. A half hour and 20 churches later we decided to stop for coffee-type drinks in Columbus, Mississippi. Let's see... Columbus is like a big small town if that makes any sence. Its as big as a college town but theres no university... I'd say it supports about 2 McDonalds, does that help? It's got a mall and lots of shitty restaurants, tons of pawnshops for some reason, and even some tight-as-hell full pipes. These pipes... skated them once with my virgin skate-photog girlfriend, full of depressing white power and pot leaf graffiti and tight, tight, tight. In fact far too tight to ever deem them worthy of a re-skate and hence weren't the reason we were in Columbus that day so I diverge... Columbus does boast a downtown that absolutely reeks of nostalgia, unintentional and not contrived. The superwide streets and sidewalks are peppered with lots of odd shops, many of which seem totally unchanged since the fifties both inside and out. There's a huge furniture store completely devoid of any conspicious name or advertisement marking it, a barber shop with an old man sawing logs inside, a token tobacco shop, etc. We found a rad old Plymouth Satellite parked out in front of the furniture shop and we steamed the cars windows peeking in at its emmaculatly kept interior. I was particularly taken by the possibilities lying within the realm of its bench seats. This dreamy interior, coupled with a copper paint job that was like that of a train-flattened penny, sparked a debate between us regarding which would be harder to maintain on the old steed: its appearance or its engine. Anyway, further down the street was a 2-level women's department store named Ruth's. I speculated, unchallenged, that there was an escalator inside. Meg and I also agreed that even though we obviously hadn't met her (Ruth) we could each accurately describe her likeness to a police sketch artist. Ambling further down the deserted sidewalk (me rasta-slow and Meg neurotic fast) we approached the most impressive of all the downtowns venues: The Columbus Theater. The blank markee of this old downtown movie house jutted out high above a well swept sidewalk; the ticket booth was unmanned but in fine form. Adjacent to, and very much a part of the old theater, was our destination: The Stage Door Diner. We had spied the Stage Door as a potential haven of our liquid drug of choice on a previous drive through downtown Columbus last summer and we were right on. Eddie Money of all people was performing at the theater later that night as part of some sort of town festival. We joked about the proposition of a strung out Eddie Money snorting coke in the alley behind a theatre in Columbus, Mississippi in the late afternoon. I proceeded to drive Meg insane with my best Ronnie Spector "take-me-home-tanight" for the rest of the day... then we proceeded to Tuscaloosa, Alabama where we both later puked. |
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