Road is....
Waking up in the same clothes smelling of smoke, and instantly reaching for your cash to see if you won or lost.
Driving 60 miles to a shithole bar only to find out (after two sets) that "SAM" is really Rudolfo fu#$ing Luat and you need the six and last three. Thanks Randy for that one.
Waking up in a sweat at noon in your car. (and instantly counting your money)
Ordering chicken and eggs, eggs scrambled well with hashbrowns on the side at Waffle House eighteen days in a row.
Bob Seger's Turn the Page puts you in such a gear that Earl gets nervous.
Wondering if that guy you're playing is laying down, or can't play a lick, or is gonna kill you if you take his $20.
Finally matching up with the guy you've been laying low for and find out you should've had more sleep, and you can't make one in the Pacific ocean.
Giving up the six and the break for shit money just to make dinner.
Someone waking you up while you've had just a little too much proclaiming, "It's your shot."
Telling the same joke four days in a row in eight different bars.
Finding out that a Toyota Corolla isn't the most accomodating place to sleep.
Outrunning the nuts playing a hacker only to find out that your "big score man" was watching the whole time from the bar.
Leaving your cue in Florence SC on your way to Myrtle Beach.
Oh, the good times.