Lol, I guess.
Man, I'm riding through a rough area of Lousiana, about forty-five minutes away from Nawlins (running late for my first workout... not good). This sort of area creeps me out. It's nothing but marshes and swamps. I'm on the highway, and I look out my window, and I noticed that we're just on a really fuckin long bridge that goes on for miles over this swamp/marsh land that goes on for as far as the eye can see. God knows what's living in those nasty waters... snakes, gators, weird bugs, etc... gives me the creeps.
However, I just went by a row of like 5-6 houses alongside the highway, in the middle of the swamp. They were really ****** old shaks, but people were definitely living there. Who in their right mind would live in a practically-cardboard house along the highway in a swamp? I feel for those people man. They looked like something out of a movie too. You know, the typical poor Cajun people.
The old guy in front of me just told me an interesting story of what happened to his friend the other night. Apparently, he was a security guard for some place, and he was sitting in his car, when all of a sudden he felt a sharp pinch in the back of his neck and blacked out immediately. When he awoke a few hours later, he had no idea what had just happened, and he didn't feel anything wrong with his head, so he just went home and went to bed. Well, he died that night because he had a bullet in his brain and didn't realize it. Security cameras showed that a bullet entered the car from the back window, went through the seat, and went into his skull. It happened so instantaneously that he didn't realize what happened. They later found out that there was a gang shooting two blocks down the street and that a bullet had strayed all the way into his car. This world is crazy man...