SoFlo

There comes a point in the intensively dull 5hour drive to South Florida where I forget that my back hurts and my legs are crooked, i even let it slip from my mind that my bum is increasingly numb-er with each passing mile. It’s when you get to that stretch of highway where they start to care how it looks to you, the travelin man. Where the plants along the roadway get better care than the people at the health department. It really sets in when my eye graces that stone. Those silly highway walls painted in pastels with pictures of florida’s finest animals stamped in. Anyone whos ever driven through soflo knows exactly what im talking about. I don’t know what it is about those walls that always makes me smile. And im forced to glare out the window as if im looking out the window of a plane.
Its like im home almost, ya know? Granted i understand i only graced the classy area known as hollywood until i was 6. But i came down for family, and i still travel down during football season and pass through on my many trips for some good keys fishing. So i guess i connect he area with being happy, as i only really come through for the happy things. So silly concrete animals make me smile. and of course my favorite… the painted mural of a cleverly covered naked man isnt bad for a laugh either.