May 12, 2011
Razz decided to get a room in Stinking Creek, TN even though he hadn't quite made it halfway to Florida and night was still a few hours away. The skinny, awkward cashier at the threadbare pharmacy with random trophies in the window sold him on the idea of checking out 'the lake'. The place reminded him of one of his childhood hangouts, abounding in mint leaves, poison ivy and small streams. A group of young adults sat by the pond and mostly smoked weed, cigarettes and drank licquor straight from the bottle. Razz brushed cellophane from his jacket and left.