Trail dead, in more ways than one.
So at 4:30 am my headache took over control of my thoughts and I headed out to get some medicine. I started as I always do texting my favorite aspirin, Lauren. While I waited out her reply I began heading ber direction.
I started in Lockhart. I'm a cockeyed optimist hoping one day I will find a young lady worthy of my needs, I never find one and my couple of laps through there prove no different.
I make the 15 minute drive South and suddenly I'm at 18th St and there are a bevy of girls between there and 25th however I did say the trail was dead, not because of a dearth of providers but because the ones that are out there resemble the walking dead. I will never have a bad enough headache to seek relief there.
Driving on 45th to Nashville was more of the same. There were 5 or 6 girls back there, one nastier than the next. So I keep heading south while continuing to text and call Lauren with no luck. I pass by the Sunoco and I see a blonde sitting on the curb by the gas pumps so I look at my gauge, sure enough I could use gas so 2 you turns later I'm at the Sunoco looking at that blonde face to face. It was at that moment that I decided I no longer needed gas so I left. I couldn't decide to keep going or turn gay but I pressed on Southward where it actually did become dead.
So in turned back around for a couple of passes through Nashville, down to 18th and back again. I had decided to give up when the great Lauren texted me saying she has a new number. 5 minutes later I was in her room getting Dr. Lauren's headache oil being applied directly to the problem. 5 minutes after that my headache was completely gone.