So ya'll ran across some unfriendlies? The tweakers at the meth party Scott and I crashed at the bridge/creek crossing were friendly as they could be-offering me a beer, and almost forcing me to walk down to the creek for the "Bruh, lemme show you the best spot to get across" bit of helpfulness.
That one guy, let's call him "Snaggle-Tooth" had the most fucked up set of rotten teeth I've ever seen. For fun, I've googled Meth Mouth before, and have yet to see a mouth like this guy sported.
Scott, thanks for showing us the area, I sure had a great time.
I wound up making great time back to Natchitoches, then on to Baton Rouge.
No, really, the mustache means I love you.
dirty_sanchez screwed with this post 05-21-2007 at 07:36 AM