Once into the armpit of a city called Alliance, NE, I checked into a semi-fleabag of a hotel and had dinner:
The only other choices were Arby's and McDonalds. I was starving, but not THAT hungry. And that Tuna thing I got was disgusting. Don't ever get one. Revolting! Regular tuna-in-a-can is perfect, but they'd added what tasted like creamy, celery flavored mucus to the tuna, making it quite inedible.
For all the Cohen Brothers fans out there, I like to leave a little "easter egg" on the 5th or 6th page for future guests whenever I have the opportunity:
Once again, I couldn't wait to be out of these strip-mall towns filled with many, many uhappy people. Out on the road I felt safe and free again.
